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The 38th game is coming up. It’s Gi-hun’s first year as Co-Front Man, working by In-ho’s side. In-ho is trying to make it special, with interesting games, he even suggested that they go undercover as players, just like he did as Young-il. Just for fun, and they could sabotise the players together, now side by side. Gi-hun turned it down, saying he would be more comfortable first knowing the system deep before risking going back. So he will just keep watch, analyzing what In-ho is doing, even though he got the training from In-ho.

Gi-hun never thought he would be here one day. He tried to bring the Front Man down for 3 years, and never in his worst nightmares he imagined he would one day work with him, helping him running a death game as a second leader.

He remembers the day clear as a crystal when In-ho made his offer. After the rebellion, Gi-hun truly lost hope in everything. His mind was so clouded with rage that he killed his trusted teammate, Dae-ho. Yes, he had to kill someone, because of the game's rules, but not like this, not Dae-ho. Choking him to death, watching as his soul leaves his body, going limp, the world fading in his eyes. He could’ve stabbed him, let him bleed out on the cold concrete, but no. He did it with his own hands, feeling his pulse quicken at first then slowly fading away, until he stilled.

In-ho, as he later said, was impressed. He didn’t think Gi-hun would sink this far, that he would actually kill another human being, after destiny saved him from that faith many times. He won his first game without killing anyone, even in the last minute Sang-woo decided to kill himself to save Gi-hun, and maybe do his wrongs right.

So, after the guards knocked Gi-hun out he was brought to In-ho’s quarters where they talked. A lot. Firstly, of course, they had to get through the hardest part. The unmasking. It wasn’t easy, Gi-hun felt betrayed, but it was understandable. In-ho let him calm down, let him throw things at him (literally, not just words, he threw a whole whisky bottle at In-ho. Which is In-ho still grumpy about, he liked that one). After Gi-hun was done, In-ho explained everything. How he didn’t really like his role as the Front Man, but tried to make a somewhat fair system out of this shithole, especially after Oh Il-nam died. 

He explained that he was once a player too, and knew what it’s like out there. So he tried to make as human as possible without the VIP-s noticing. If In-ho didn’t accept the role, there would be someone else, someone more cruel, who would love to make the players suffer even more than they already do.

It wasn’t a bright path, but not a dark one either. Somewhere between. Like a failed hero, In-ho took on the role, knowing he would at least try to be sympathetic with the players, since he was once one of them.

And of course he explained to Gi-hun that, unfortunately, these games go on worldwide, and there is no way of stopping it. The police, the government are in it, a whole network has been built. 

The games won’t stop until the world doesn’t change. In-ho said to Gi-hun. But he didn’t mean that the players are the problem. No. Until the moment the high 1% of the world doesn’t release what they are doing, that they are the one destroying society, there will always be some rich bastard that will keep the games alive. They rule the world, and everyone else has to play by their rules. Everyone else is a victim, some lucky enough to have some money that will keep them into falling into their trap. Some aren’t. Like Gi-hun and In-ho and every other player.

Gi-hun fortunately…understood. He accepted the fact that one bird maybe really can’t bring summer, not until it’s alone. He tried and tried, and no one listened to him. Maybe, one day, more winners will come back, and with their money, bravery and knowledge combined, they can bring the system down. Meaning: changing the world. It’s a small hope that keeps Gi-hun going throughout the day.

Until then, he just tries to make it more bearable to the ones who got sucked into all of this. He is the middle, who tries to help the lower class in this unjust world.

So Gi-hun accepted the role. In-ho arranged to fake Gi-hun’s death, putting it like he killed himself in the restrooms after the 4th game. Until the end of the games Gi-hun just kept watching while In-ho explained everything, what he is doing, why he is doing it. Showing what Gi-hun’s role is going to be.

After they declared the winners of the 37th game (Hyun-ju, Mrs Jang and Jun-hee voted to leave, with only Myung-gi voting to stay) In-ho showed the gift he prepared for Gi-hun before he entered.

A Front Man coat and mask. All white.

Why white? Gi-hun had asked.

So we can balance each other out. You will make the games more human, while I keep attention that the VIP-s doesn’t catch on it.

Since the games were done, and they didn't have to start preparing right away, In-ho offered that they go back to his apartment to…talk about the other thing that has been looming around them.

The other thing being their relationship.

On the last days while the games were still going they walked on eggshells around each other. They slept in separate rooms, even though both of them wanted to be near each other.

The thing is…when In-ho showed his true identity, Gi-hun first felt relief. Not betrayal. He was glad that “Young-il”, his companion he grew so fond of, was in fact alive and well. For a mere second he almost hugged him, but then everything else hit him.

The underlying tension was hard to ignore, but silently both of them agreed it’s best to leave it after everything is arranged and they’re ready to leave. Gi-hun didn’t go with In-ho when he said his goodbyes in the limo to the winners (since they thought Gi-hun had died), he advised Gi-hun to look through his office, reading a few files and reports. When In-ho got back, he summoned the workers, announcing that a new Front Man will join him. It was hidden that this person will be yet another former winner. The only ones who could guess who really was under the mask were the ones who helped In-ho arrange Gi-hun’s “death.” So In-ho eliminated those guards by himself, saving only the Masked Officer, since he will know Gi-hun’s identity anyway.

Before they could leave the island In-ho introduced Gi-hun to the Masked Officer, named Hee-soon, explaining that he was the commander who helped him with running the games. He reassured Gi-hun that he will be under them, and will serve them since Gi-hun and In-ho are the “captains” and Hee-soon is only a “commander.”

Still. Gi-hun didn’t like that someone else will be close to In-ho. Serving him. Being almost at his level in the rank. 

And it’s someone who knew In-ho before Gi-hun. Making the commander more valuable, since Gi-hun was a newbie. What if In-ho will replace Gi-hun with him? Throwing Gi-hun to the street like a kicked puppy?

And of course, Gi-hun didn’t miss the way Hee-soon kept looking at In-ho. With so much admiration. It was like he could sink into his knees any moment and worship In-ho like a god.

When they were finally alone, in In-ho's luxury apartment, he explained to Gi-hun that he shouldn’t worry about the Masked Officer. They were simply close together, since they knew each other before the games. They met through a joint case when In-ho was still a police officer, and became friends.

Yeah, Gi-hun still didn’t buy it. So In-ho took drastic measures. When Gi-hun kept rambling about how he has a wrong feeling about the Masked Officer, and he wants to be the only one who works by In-ho’s side, In-ho grabbed his neck and pulled him for a kiss.

Was it unexpected? No, if Gi-hun’s is being honest. He counted the seconds when this moment would come, and he thought that in the end it would be Gi-hun who initiated the kiss. But as it seemed like In-ho finally built up his courage.

Did they stop there? No. Of course before they had a chance to talk about their feelings and this situation first they had sex.

But honestly, Gi-hun didn’t mind. Firstly, because he was so touch-starved, he almost sported a boner in the limo, sitting beside In-ho while going to his apartment, only because their thighs were touching. Secondly, their first time was cutely awkward, but still perfect.

In-ho didn’t have any experience with men, and Gi-hun only had a few messy handjobs in clubs when he was in his early twenties before he met his wife, but never got any further. They agreed that it’s Gi-hun who wants to bottom, so the whole thing wouldn’t be entirely new territory for In-ho, but no necessary equipment was in the house. Without any lube they tried with spit.

It wasn't the most…comfortable thing, since Gi-hun was very tight and not wet enough. When In-ho entered him it hurt, but seeing how In-ho enjoyed himself it made Gi-hun relax, loosening himself. 

They both come after 5 minutes. But still, perfect. And yes, they talked about their feelings after they cleaned themselves up.

In-ho confessed that the time he truly fell in love with Gi-hun was when he gave the last magazine to In-ho. Gi-hun told In-ho that the first time he started to have feelings for the younger man was when In-ho stood up for him in front of Player 100, and said that he trusted Gi-hun. At that moment, that was the only thing Gi-hun needed to hear.

They let themselves have a few relaxing days, just so they can explore each other, both in the physical sense, and also talking about how their dynamic will go on from now on. 

“Killer husbands” was a phrase Gi-hun used as a joke after one of their intimate sessions. In-ho just chuckled.

As it turned out, being a Front Man in the games didn’t mean you just watch the players, and only work for 6 days a year. No.

First they brainstormed together what kind of games could the participants play. In-ho stated that the Red Light-Green Light was a game that was always held as the first game, and it was an unsaid tradition that the 6th game has to do something with Squid Game. But the remaining games are up to the Front Man to decide.

In-ho gave Gi-hun free hand in this, making his first time special. Gi-hun jokingly said that the second game could be dalgona for old times sake, in which In-ho blushed.

“What?” Gi-hun asked. In-ho tried to shrug it away, but Gi-hun didn’t stop poking him.

As it turned out, In-ho watched Gi-hun play dalgona too many times, and still has a saved footage lying around the house somewhere. Gi-hun chuckled and showed In-ho what other things his tongue can do.

Now, they are in a meeting on the island, in In-ho’s quarters with the Masked Officer, discussing what game they have thought of. Gi-hun was the one presenting, In-ho just sit back quietly leaving room for Gi-hun to get comfortable in his new role.

“As the second game, I thought we could bring back Dalgona, since it is still a somewhat easy game for a second round, but can eliminate just enough players.” Gi-hun explained. In-ho patted Gi-hun’s shoulder, telling him silently that he is doing a good job. Hee-soon is taking notes and when he finished he looked up with a smirk.

“Feeling nostalgic, are we?” He joked, and immediately looked at In-ho, as if waiting for his approval. Both men chuckled softly, but Gi-hun stayed silent. Why does it seem like they are sharing an inside joke, leaving Gi-hun out of it?

Gi-hun went onward, listing the remaining games he thought of.

When they finished, the commander put down his notepad, got up and walked to In-ho’s whisky bar, grabbing a bottle without ever asking In-ho if he can do that.

Is he comfortable in In-ho’s quarters? Does he come here often, having a glass of whisky with In-ho? Gi-hun can almost see it in front of himself, that after a long day they wind off together, drinking and laughing, sharing jokes, getting closer and closer…

It angers Gi-hun. He is just a commander. What does he think, walking around his Captain’s suite like he owns the place?

Hee-soon poured everyone a glass, handing it out and sitting back on his chair (Gi-hun specifically put that chair from the kitchen which waggles, to make the commander as uncomfortable as possible) while In-ho and Gi-hun sat in their leather sofa like Kings.

“Let’s take a little break, shall we?” Hee-soon said, and raised his glass in the air. “To the new Captain!”

“Cheers to that.” In-ho said and looked at Gi-hun, smiling warmly. 

Gi-hun is proud of himself. He thinks that even if this is his first time, he put together an interesting game. Yes, he had some of In-ho’s help, but they agreed that thinking the games out is maybe the easiest part and suitable for Gi-hun to get used to all of this. So In-ho took care of the rest, arranging the guards, choosing the VIP-s who will come, notifying the Recruiters to get ready to go on the fields.

He knows that Hee-soon wants to make himself into Gi-hun’s heart, and Gi-hun tries to accept him, really. This position between the three of them is based on trust, and without that everything will fall apart.

Gi-hun is just…careful with him. He is still someone he doesn’t know, and he is afraid that the commander will want to replace him. It’s not because of the way he looks at Gi-hun.

It’s the way he looks at In-ho.

That smile like he just saw an angel descend from Heaven. How he leans forward, to be as close to In-ho as possible. The way he walks around in the room, like it’s a routine he got used to.

Gi-hun zoned out of the conversation, drinking his whisky slowly, watching the bottom of the glass. He snaps his head up when a loud laugh echoes on the walls.

In-ho throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he is laughing hard, while the commander pats his shoulder.

It could’ve been seen as a friendly gesture, Gi-hun did the same with Jung-bae or Sang-woo when they had a good time. But this wasn’t just a “oh come on!” poke in the shoulder. No. Hee-soon’s hand stayed there just long enough for Gi-hun to notice. How his fingers danced on In-ho’s body, caressing it gently, pulling it off just a second later than necessary. Maybe Gi-hun had imagined it but the commander even looked into Gi-hun’s eyes, smirking smugly.

“Alright, alright. But I still remember the footage when you played ddakji with the Recruiter. You were slapped so many times, your cheeks almost turned purple!” Hee-soon joked, the last part of his sentence turning into wheezing because he couldn’t keep the laugh in him. His body shook so hard that he almost poured the whisky out onto the floor.

In-ho buried his face into his hands in embarrassment but still chuckling quietly. “You are evil. You promised to never bring that up!”

“Well, I just think that it’s hilarious that the mysterious Front Man was slapped around like a bag of potato, because he was bad at ddakji.” The Masked Officer giggled, sipping his whisky like he won some game.

Gi-hun was bad at ddakji too. He has been slapped so much by the Salesman that his cheek hurt days later. Was this comment thrown at him and not to In-ho? Gi-hun can hardly imagine that In-ho would’ve been that bad at ddakji like Gi-hun.

“Wait, were you already working here when In-ho got recruited?” Gi-hun asked, confused for a second.

The commander turned his head towards him, eyebrows raised, like he just remembers now that Gi-hun is in the room too. Yeah. I am.

“Oh, no, In-ho was here first. The Recruiter showed us the footage during an “after the games” party. In-ho was so drunk and embarrassed that he broke the tv in half.”

“It was a vulnerable moment!” In-ho tried to save himself.

After-the-games party? The Recruiter was there too? Were they talking about the same recruiter as Gi-hun is thinking of? Does that mean In-ho and the Salesman were friends?

Gi-hun had so many questions. He realised that he still knows so little of In-ho, what he was doing during his years as the Front Man, beside his duties.

He couldn’t help but ask the question that bothers him the most. “Partying? I thought you were depressed and dissociated because of this role.” In-ho’s eyes widened at the question, looking at Gi-hun like “this was our secret to keep.”

But the commander just shakes his head. “Oh yeah he was. Most of the time. That’s why we threw a party so he can get his mind off of everything and enjoy himself a little. Maybe with a girl.” He winked at In-ho. Then he looked at Gi-hun. “Or a man!” He raised his hand in defence.

In-ho looked like he tried to sink into the chair, maybe hoping it would swallow him whole so he could get out of the conversation. Gi-hun shifted in his chair, uncomfortable by the air shifting in the room. In-ho said that he hadn’t had anyone after his wife's death and before Gi-hun. That he was so in a different place in his mind that he didn’t even crave the touch of a stranger. Someone he trusted? Sure. But he wouldn’t sleep around just to take care of his needs.

Was that a lie too?

Hee-soon continued, saving In-ho from this sensitive topic.

“Well neither happened, really. In-ho just got wasted and passed out on the floor in his own vomit. Almost naked, might I add.”

In-ho’s good mood immediately returned.

“Yeah, because you idiots had the greatest idea to play strip poker!”

The commander laughed again, pouring more whisky to everyone. “Yeah and you sucked.”

Gi-hun leaned back into his chair and kept drinking his whisky quietly, zoning out of the conversation again. He didn’t want to hear all those stories of In-ho. He thought that he was a shy but put together person, who knew his limits. But he still gets so drunk that he loses consciousness?

He should stop. It’s normal to wind off for a while, let the alcohol control you and not the anxiety. Gi-hun knew that, he did the same before and after his first game. It was just weird hearing that In-ho had a side like this. But as it turns out it wasn’t an often happening event, just a one time thing, and after that In-ho learned how to handle his alcohol around these people.

Good. It saved him a lot of trouble. Partying with the Recruiter and the Masked Officer? Two sneaky foxes? Gi-hun was glad that Oh Il-nam wasn’t in the picture.

Gi-hun slammed his glass on the table between them, fixing his posture to look more stern and focused.

“I think we can rain check the story timing for another day. We need to focus, the only thing we discussed yet is the games that the players are going to play. We need to cover much more.” He turned at In-ho, since now it was his part to speak.

Hee-soon chuckled. “I see you take your new role seriously. I like it. Just don’t forget to relax sometimes, yeah?”

Gi-hun didn’t say anything, he let In-ho continue on with their plan for the year’s game. He silently listened, even though he knew everything, he still took notes in his head what they could look over one more time.

It took a few hours, going over everything, discussing the loopholes and the problems. They agreed that this wouldn’t be their last meeting, they still need to arrange a few more things before everything can go into motion.

Hee-soon gulped down the last sip of his whisky, and said his goodbyes to his Captains, putting on his mask and bowing before them. 

When the elevator dinged, signalling that the commander is now really out of earshot, Gi-hun turned to In-ho.

“So. You two are really close, huh?” Gi-hun raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I mean, we have known each other for a while now, and he was chosen as my second after your first game. But you shouldn’t worry about him my love.” In-ho leaned closer to Gi-hun, putting his gloved hand into his short hair. “You are the most important person to me in the world, and he could never replace you. I would kill him if he tried.”

In-ho leaned forward, closing the gap between them. He kissed Gi-hun softly and warmly, and Gi-hun let out a sigh, grabbing In-ho’s neck to pull him closer. It wasn’t rushed, just a short and loving kiss, and they both pulled back, to look into each other’s eyes.

“Would you mind if I go to take a shower first? I kinda sweated into this goddamn thing.” In-ho asked. Gi-hun shook his head, leaving a small kiss on In-ho’s nose, before letting him go.

They don’t shower together all the time, both of them like being alone for a while when they are showering. It’s not because they don’t love or crave each other, it’s because both of them got so used to being alone since the last few years, that it was weird that now they have someone who is with them 24/7.

And while In-ho is taking a shower, Gi-hun can use this time to chat with someone he didn’t have the chance to be alone with yet.

He searched for his white mask, put it on, pulled his hood up and walked to the elevator. The doors opened once it scanned his mask, and Gi-hun pushed the bottom of the lower level.

The Masked Officer’s quarters.

It was a short lift ride, and when the doors opened and Gi-hun stepped out, he met with the sight of the commander sitting in his leather chair, mask put aside on the table, drinking whisky, smoking a cigarette and watching some old footage of the games. Was he really trying to copy In-ho that much?

When he spotted Gi-hun entering, he put his glass down, put his cigarette out, and jumped up from his seat. 

“Captain! How may I help you?” he asked while bowing.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Gi-hun asked, the modulator distorting his voice so much, it came out like a growl. Hee-soon raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“My husband. You act like he is your plaything. Touching him, joking with him, humiliating him when it pleases you.” Gi-hun said slowly, walking toward the commander, like a predator circling his prey. He just looks at Gi-hun, confused. He is faking it. He knows what I’m talking about.

“Sir, I don’t want to steal your husband from you. He is just a great friend whom I have known for quite some time now.” He says, walking backwards, trying to retreat himself from Gi-hun.

When Gi-hun is close enough, he slaps Hee-soon on his cheek, making his face jerk sideways from the blow.

“Don’t lie to your Captain.” Gi-hun tried to sound calm, but he is not sure he succeeded. Rage is boiling in him, but he needs to be composed to win this “fight.”

The commander slowly turned his face toward Gi-hun, smirking while he wipes the blood off his lips, and puts his thumb into mouth, licking it off. Gi-hun just stands, stunned, fortunately the mask hides his emotions.

“Fine. You caught me.” Hee-soon said, stepping forward to Gi-hun, trying to be threatening. “I imagined your husband under me, hole twitching, body shaking as he begs for my cock many times. He probably craves me too, just won’t accept it.”

Gi-hun snaps. He launches forward, pushing the commander against the wall. One of his hand is keeping him there by his neck, with his other he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a knife.

“What? It’s not my fault you hadn’t marked him up. Likes to bounce on his cock I imagine. But someone has to give him what he really needs.” Gi-hun smacks the dull part off the knife into the commander's shit eating grin. 

He gathers himself, trying to calm down a little. Be cold and unpredictable, and they are going to be afraid. In-ho had said to him.

Gi-hun lowers the knife, caressing the inside of the commander's thighs with the sharp end, making his way up to his dick.

“Maybe you can really give your cock to him. Let me deliver.” 

The commander's eyes twitch a little. “You are just joking.” 

Gi-hun pushes the knife into Hee-soon's thighs, making a deep cut, leaving a hole in his jumpsuit. The commander lets out a pained groan, trying to get away from the knife, but the wall is blocking his movement.

Immediately it starts to bleed. Gi-hun pulls his arm back from the commander's neck, taking off the hood and raising his mask from his face. He lowers his hand and smears the blood all over his white gloves. Then puts it into his mouth, tasting the commander just like he did to himself.

“Tastes like failure." Gi-hun grips the knife, and puts it on his belly. Hee-soon follows the trail of the knife and Gi-hun makes a deep cut there too. He throws his head back against the wall in pain. 

Gi-hun tries to admire his work. Since the commander wears black it’s hard to see him bleeding, but the cut on his jumpsuit is visible enough to show where the injury is. It’s like an arrow showing the way where Gi-hun is going to put the knife next.

Gi-hun steps back, leaving the commander gasping for air. He pulls his mask down, taking the hood back on. “Next time you try to flirt with my husband the knife won’t stop on your thighs.” He threatens turning his back on him. He knows that the commander won’t try anything, given that he is still too shocked about what happened to hurt Gi-hun.

He wishes he could kill Hee-soon right away, or harm him more. But that could bring danger to In-ho, and he doesn’t want to make a mess in his first year.

The elevator’s doors open and Gi-hun calmly steps in. He turns over, seeing how the Masked Officer is still pressed to the wall, eyes widen. Even injured and somewhat shaken he bows, as if now the moment came when he truly respects Gi-hun. He just waves back, moving his fingers smoothly in the air. The doors close and Gi-hun begins his way up, back to their quarters.

When he arrives, he fastly heads toward their (now shared) bedroom. In-ho already finished with his shower, hair damp, and a towel wrapping around his torso. Steam pours out the opened door, making the room hot. Gi-hun hastily pulls his hood down, unclaps his mask and throws it somewhere in the room.

He grabs In-ho’s face with both hands, pulling him hard against his mouth. The kiss is all teeth and biting as Gi-hun tries to make his way into In-ho's mouth. In-ho is shocked at first, his hands hanging in the air, not knowing if he wants to pull Gi-hun closer or push him away so they can talk.

But eventually, he gives in, hands landing on Gi-hun shoulders, holding him. He opens his mouth letting Gi-hun’s tongue in, which immediately starts to explore his mouth. In-ho groans at the feeling, trying to kiss back, but Gi-hun takes control, and In-ho is just here to take it.

Both of them pull back for a second to catch their breath. Gi-hun rests his forehead against In-ho, who closes his eyes for a second, inhaling sharply. When he opens them, he sees from the corner of his eyes that Gi-hun’s pretty white glove is covered in blood. He looks over Gi-hun’s body, and notices that there is a blood stain on his stomach too.

He immediately grabs his waist and pulls him back to examine him more.

“Are you okay? What happened?” In-ho searches Gi-hun’s eyes for an answer, hoping he won’t find any pain there. But Gi-hun just chuckles.

“I teached someone a lesson.” Gi-hun confesses, but In-ho still doesn’t understand, so he looks back confused, tilting his head. Gi-hun grabs him by the jaw, and raises his head. In-ho groans in pain a little.

“I saw how he looked at you. How he touched you. Did you lie to me? Was there someone else before me?” Gi-hun asks in a stern tone. In-ho shakes his head rapidly. “I need words pretty boy.”

“No- No! I swear.” In-ho cries, his hands holding Gi-hun harder.

“No, what?” Gi-hun asks, raising an eyebrow. In-ho looks at him for a second, thinking his answer through, before he decides what to say.

“No…sir.”

Gi-hun lets go off In-ho’s jaw, leaving a small kiss there, since he gripped it maybe too hard. No problem, he wants to teach a lesson to In-ho too. Gi-hun puts a hand into In-ho’s hair, patting him there for a second. “Good boy.”

In-ho shooks at the praise, eyes closed and puts his hand behind his back.

“It seems like this place isn’t aware who you belong to. I need to mark you up, make you mine so everyone will know that you are my husband. Would you like that, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.” In-ho says, cock is already getting hard under the towel, just because Gi-hun said a few words.

“Stay right here.” Gi-hun orders, and walks over to the other side of the bed, pulling out a box from under it. He puts it on the bed and opens it. There are a lot of toys in there, whips, blindfolds, ropes, vibrators and other things they have yet to try. They brought this box with themselves, not knowing if it might be needed. They are going to be here for a while before everything is arranged and in motion, just after that they can go home for a few more weeks to relax before the games.

They already tried most of the things inside. Both of them were blindfolded, In-ho was bondaged down (Gi-hun didn’t like that feeling after he was handcuffed to the bed during his second game), In-ho used the whip on Gi-hun while a vibrator was in him. But there is still more in there, for example nipple clips which Gi-hun hopes they will try it out, preferably on himself. Right now he is searching for something he remembers In-ho mentioned once when they were talking about potential kinks.

His eyes search amongst the box, when he spots his prize. There it is! A red collar with a leash attached to it. When he raises it from the box, In-ho looks over and his eyes light up in excitement. His cock twitches visibly. 

Gi-hun walks back, stops before In-ho and clips the leash onto his neck. 

“How does it feel?” Gi-hun asks, voice soft, stripping down the controlling persona for a minute.

“Good.” In-ho nods. Gi-hun smiles warmly before getting back into his “role”.

“It looks good on you. Maybe you should wear it all the time, over your coat. Then the Masked Officer could get the message that this puppy is mine to fuck. Right?” Gi-hun pulls the leash, pulling him forward by his neck, choking him a little. In-ho lets out a whimper, his dick is now tenting under the towel.

“Yes, sir. I would wear it for you anytime.”

Gi-hun grips the towel, ripping it off of In-ho, dropping it to the ground. Now, In-ho stands before him in his full naked glory, thighs shaking in excitement, cock standing hard and proud against his stomach, the tip already shining. Meanwhile Gi-hun is still fully clothed in his Front Man outfit except the mask.

“Look at you. Your body is so perfect. Every inch is mine.” Gi-hun leads In-ho to the bed by his leash, pushing him down so he is sprawled out on the bed. Gi-hun climbs up too, towering over In-ho.

“Your mouth is mine to kiss.” He says leaning down, putting In-ho’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. In-ho gasps, hands gripping the sheets on both sides. He eagerly returns the kiss, licking over Gi-hun’s mouth. Gi-hun lets him take what he wants, even if just for a second.

Gi-hun breaks the kiss, a saliva string hanging between their mouths. He dips his head down, mouth ghosting over his jaw. 

“Your jaw is mine to bite.” He says, sinking his teeth deep into In-ho’s skin. In-ho shakes at the feeling, mouth open, gaping silently, as if he is still trying to hold himself back. Gi-hun catches it and pulls on the leash, so In-ho will focus on him.

“Be a good puppy, let me hear you.” He murmurs against his skin, in which In-ho let out a groan. Gi-hun kisses his way down, stopping at his collarbone, nibbling the skin there. He sucks a bruise on it, starting to mark In-ho up. He goes lower, stopping over his nipple, letting his warm breath hit the already peaked tip. 

“Your tits are mine to grope.” Gi-hun marks his word by bringing one of hands up to grip his right pec. He keeps massaging it while he lowers his head to let the tip of his tongue tease his left nipple.

“F-fuck!” In-ho whimpers, his hand coming up to hold Gi-hun’s head. Gi-hun lets him, finally closing his mouth around the nub, sucking on it gently. His hand and mouth doesn’t stop, even when In-ho pulls on Gi-hun’s short hair in pleasure. His back arches off the bed, chasing the mouth that gives him oh so delicious licks.

Gi-hun changes to the other nipple, biting down hard, while his other hand gropes In-ho’s other tit, always holding the leash with one hand. Whines doesn’t stop leaving In-ho’s mouth, writhing on the bed already from the sensations. 

When Gi-hun pulls back to look at In-ho, who pants, trying to calm down his rapid breathing. He sees how both nipples shine from spit, and the one he bit is already starting to get purple. Without any more words, he dips back down, going lover.

Sucking on the skin under his pecs, biting his stomach, leaving bruises everywhere possible. In the whole time, In-ho is chases Gi-hun’s mouth, almost making a bridge form with his body.

Gi-hun raises himself to look down and admire the work he did. How In-ho’s whole chest glows because of his spit, the bite marks blooming on his upper body. Gi-hun smooths his hand all over it, feeling the warm, wet skin even through his gloves.

“Your body is mine, like a canvas to paint on.” Gi-hun shifts lower, laying down on the bed. His cock now stretching against his pants so much Gi-hun is afraid that his zipper will break. But he will deny his pleasure for a little longer. 

He lets go of the leash, grabbing both of In-ho’s thighs with his hands, and starts sucking bruises on the inside of it. 

“Hahh…” In-ho gasps, trying to close his thighs in reflex, but Gi-hun’s hard grip keeps it open. Gi-hun switches to the other thigh, nibbling the skin there too, purposefully not touching In-ho’s cock yet.

Just when both thighs are covered in red marks does Gi-hun turn his attention to In-ho’s neglected cock.

“Your cock is mine to suck and ride.” He murmurs against it, letting his breath hit the sensitive head. In-ho already leaked so much, he almost made a pool on his stomach, even though Gi-hun didn’t even touch him.

Gi-hun laps up the precum from his stomach, before going back and slowly putting the tip into his mouth. He doesn’t sink lower, just stays there, letting the warm envelope In-ho’s tip. He gives a little lick to the slit, drinking up more precum..

“Ahh!” In-ho moans aloud, and fucks up into Gi-hun’s mouth, making him swallow more of his cock. Gi-hun pulls back, letting his length fall from his mouth. He reaches for the leash that was laying beside In-ho and pulls.

“Ngh…” In-ho whines at the movement, dick jumping on his stomach.

“Did I allow my puppy to move?”

“No sir…” Gi-hun shakes his head in disbelief.

“You acted so good until now, but it seems like you need to be put into your place. Turn over.”

“...huh?” In-ho is so lost he doesn’t register firstly the words said to him. 

“You heard me right. Turn over. On all fours. Ass up.”

In-ho takes a moment to gather himself to move. He groans when he makes his way to turn on his stomach, chest already hurting how much it has been abused by Gi-hun teeth.

He leans on his arms, ass hanging in the air. Gi-hun shifts so he can kneel behind him. One hand now gripping the leash, the other going to In-ho’s mouth. 

“Pull it off.” He orders, and In-ho obeys immediately, pulling the glove off with his teeth. Gi-hun doesn’t let it fall, stuffing the whole thing into In-ho’s mouth. He moves his hand back, smoothing one finger over In-ho’s back, leaving goosebumps behind.

“I’m going to spank you 10 times. Pull away, and I start from the beginning. Understood?” Gi-hun asks, his ungloved hand already caressing In-ho’s cheek.

In-ho nods his head, a little whine leaving his mouth. Gi-hun raises his hand in the air, and smacks down, hard. In-ho’s whole body jerks, groans and whimpers making their ways through the glove. Gi-hun keeps In-ho in place by gripping his waist. 

A red mark is already starting to form where Gi-hun’s hand came down.

He keeps going, enjoying the sound In-ho lets out every time his hand slaps his cheek. After the sixth one he notices how the sheets are stained with In-ho’s precum. 

Gi-hun stops for a minute and scowls. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?” His voice is stern, but his hands are massaging the reddened cheek to soothe it. In-ho can’t speak, the glove is still in his mouth, but he shakes his head. 

Gi-hun knows it’s a lie.

“You don’t?” He leans forward so his mouth is beside In-ho’s ear. “Then tell me, why are you dripping so much?” Gi-hun reaches around, to stroke In-ho’s cock. He lets out a loud moan at the contract, trying to be still so he doesn’t fuck into Gi-hun’s grip. He starts pumping it, agonizingly slowly, just to torture In-ho. With his other hand he lets go of the leash and yanks the glove out of In-ho’s mouth and shoves it away.

“Pl-please.” He whines, gulping down the spit that formed in his mouth. He moved his hip a little to feel the sensation, but Gi-hun’s grip faltered just enough to feel the ghost of his hand.

“Let me ask again: do you like it when I spank you? Hitting you like you are a badly behaved dog?”

In-ho keeps silent, refusing to answer. Gi-hun reaches up, fingers playing with In-ho’s tip and it spurts out more precum. In-ho jerks, whining loudly feeling overstimulated now. Gi-hun keeps his hand around In-ho for a few more seconds, then pulls back, not touching him anymore.

“No- please-” In-ho turns his head to look at Gi-hun over his shoulder. Gi-hun just grabs the leash and pulls at it, yanking his head back.

“Answer me.” 

“Fine! Yes I love it…”

“Love, what?” Gi-hun asks, hands mapping In-ho’s chest, pressing down on one of the bruises in which In-ho groans. He falls forward, strength now leaving his body, face pressed into the pillow, and mumbles something.

“I didn’t catch that, love.”

“I love it when you spank me.” In-ho whines out eventually. Gi-hun chuckles, putting his hand into In-ho’s hair, caressing it, pulling softly at the ends. 

“Good boy, you are such a good puppy.” In-ho follows Gi-hun's hand as he draws it away, holding In-ho’s ass again. “Just four more okay?”

In-ho hums, bracing himself for the blows. Gi-hun lifts his hand again, smacking down onto his ass. In-ho feels the blow vibrating through his body, moaning in pain but also in pleasure.

The sight in front of him is so arousing, all Gi-hun wants to do now is just put his cock against In-ho ass and hump it until he comes in his pants. 

But In-ho has been so good, he wants to give him a little treat.

“You did so good, I’m proud of you.” Gi-hun says after the last spank, making In-ho whimper at the praise. “You deserve a belly rub.”

Gi-hun reaches back and wraps his hand around In-ho’s cock, pumping it fastly. In-ho’s moan echoes in the walls. He starts thrusting into Gi-hun’s and he lets him. He deserves it. More precum oozes from his tip, wetting Gi-hun’s hand.

Without stopping his movement, Gi-hun dips his head down and licks In-ho’s gaping, pink hole.

“Oh fuck!” In-ho shouts, startled by the movement.

Both the hand working on him, and the feeling of Gi-hun's warm mouth against him is so much stimulation, that In-ho feels getting closer to the edge.

“Sir- Sir, I’m close, please-” In-ho warns Gi-hun, and to his disappointment, Gi-hun stops his movement.

“Not yet.” In-ho sobs into the pillow, if he doesn’t get to come soon he feels like he is going to lose it. But Gi-hun didn’t stop licking his rim. He just grips In-ho’s base, so he doesn’t cum.

“Your hole…is mine to fuck.” Gi-hun says between his licks. In-ho’s eyes widen, gasping into the pillow. 

Most of the time it’s In-ho who tops. They both love it that way, mostly In-ho, feeling Gi-hun’s warm inside, how he clenches around him when he is close. He loves fucking him into the mattres, as Gi-hun scrathes his back in pleasure, his nails leaving red marks on him that sometimes bleed.

But they tried the other way around, once. In-ho was curious what it feels like, and Gi-hun was also interested in it. Unfortunately, In-ho was very nervous, and since he couldn’t relax enough he was too tight to accept Gi-hun’s dick. So Gi-hun just fingered him to orgasm.

And they sticked to that. But sometimes In-ho craved that feeling, so either Gi-hun’s mouth or finger brought him that pleasure.

Now he tries to keep calm, and wants to feel Gi-hun inside him.

Gi-hun stops for a moment to get up and search the drawers for the lube with shaky fingers. Yes Gi-hun wants it, yes he waited for this moment, but still. He doesn’t want to hurt In-ho, he hopes that this foreplay turned him on enough for this to actually happen.

Because the commander's sentence rings in his head. Marking him up. That’s what he is going to do. In-ho will drip in his cum.

He pops the bottle open, pouring just enough on his fingers. He puts his finger on the rim, making small circle movements. In-ho shakes at the feeling, pushing himself against the finger.

“Impatiant are we?” Gi-hun chuckles low, but he already nudges the tip of his finger in. In-ho gasps, his knuckles white from how much he grips the sheets. Gi-hun forces his index finger in, but almost instantly, In-ho clenches tight, making it hard to put the second one in.

“It’s okay, you are doing good.” Gi-hun soothes his free hand over In-ho's back. At the praise, In-ho whines and loosens just enough for Gi-hun to insert another one. He pulls back slowly, pressing against In-ho walls. 

He lazily pulls out and thrust back in, opening up In-ho, meanwhile searching around for his sweet spot.

In-ho loves it when Gi-hun doesn’t do anything else, just massages his prostate. The first time Gi-hun fingered him and found his spot, he pressed down once and In-ho immediately came.

It doesn’t take long to find it, Gi-hun memorises where it is more or less, so when he does, he presses down.

“Oh f-fuck, fuck!” In-ho yells in pleasure. Gi-hun rubs his fingers against the bundle of nerves for a little longer, then starts thrusting back in faster, scissoring his fingers.

In-ho is already so fucked out that the drools against the pillow, trying to fuck back against Gi-hun’s hand. And when Gi-hun is at four fingers he turns his head, pupils blown wide, face flushed.

“I’m ready, sir, please-” In-ho begs, tears already forming in his eyes.

Gi-hun can’t deny him. This whole time he didn’t get any friction, probably all his blood has flown down to his cock. He removes his finger making In-ho whimper at the loss. He is still dressed in his outfit, meanwhile In-ho is fully naked in front of him. Feeling this kind of power…Gi-hun likes it.

He removes his glove from his other hand, and pulls his zipper down, so he can get his cock out. He just teases the gaping hole with his tip, smearing some of his precum over it. He grips In-ho’s cheek, pushing it together, so Gi-hun can slowly hump against it.

“Fuck- Sir, please-”

“Bark for it.” Gi-hun pants, the friction that In-ho’s ass provides for his cock is so delicious that Gi-hun starts losing his mind.

In-ho whines against the pillows, refusing to obey. He shakes his head but pushes against the cock, trying to get it in himself.

“Come on puppy, be good for me.”

In-ho whines in protest, feeling too humiliated to do it. Gi-hun keeps grinding against him, breath hitching. In-ho keeps wiggling his ass, hoping Gi-hun will give up and just put it in in desperation.

But that doesn't happen.

Instead, Gi-hun raises his hand and smacks In-ho's ass again, hitting the same redded spot.

In-ho cries out, pain shooting through his body, cock twitching sadly.

He needs Gi-hun, needs to feel him inside, cock hitting all the good spots in him. If he doesn’t he is sure he will lose his mind. So he gives in.

“Woof.” In-ho barks, but it’s so quiet that Gi-hun almost missed it.

“Good boy.” Gi-hun praises and lines up his cock with In-ho’s hole. He nudges the tip in, and both of them let out a loud moan.

“Fuck- You are so tight, so warm- How can you feel so good what the fuck-” Gi-hun rumbled, rocking his hip a little, already feeling overwhelmed even though he only put his tip in.

Slowly he sinks deeper, inch by inch so he doesn't hurt In-ho. When he bottoms out he pats In-ho's ass.

“How are you feeling?” Gi-hun asks softly.

“Good, so good, fuck- you are so big.” In-ho moans, moving his hips so he can fuck himself on Gi-hun's cock.

Gi-hun blushes at the complement. He never considered himself that big. Long, yes, but he was maybe slightly above average. In-ho is bigger than him, more wider so he really hits all the good spots when he is in Gi-hun.

He quickly gathers himself and starts pulling back, slowly, then slams his cock back in, hard.

Gi-hun sets a slow but hard pace, as if with every thrust he tries to prove a point, reminding In-ho that he belongs to Gi-hun.

It feels like heaven. It has been a long time since Gi-hun has been inside something (well, beside In-ho's mouth of course). The feeling of In-ho's tight and wet hole clenching around him every time he thrust back in, like he is trying to suck Gi-hun deeper, is something Gi-hun would burn the world down into ashes just so he can feel it again.

In-ho has turned into a whining and whimpering mess, the pillow is now dripping because of how much he drools.

“Fuck- your hole belongs to me, only I can fuck you, no one else.” Gi-hun groans and sets a faster pace of his thrusts. “Who do you belong to puppy?”

“You!” In-ho moans.

Gi-hun fucks him faster and harder now, In-ho's neglected cock bobbing between his legs spurting pre on the sheets. Everytime Gi-hun bottoms out again his pelvis hits In-ho’s ass, abusing the reddened spot a little more.

Giving into the urge he slaps his other cheek making it jiggle. In-ho whimpers, trying to decide if he wants to pull away or chase the hand.

He knows found his prostate when In-ho suddenly lets out a loud moan, his whole body jerking. Gi-hun leans forward and searches for the leash while holding onto In-ho’s waist, his rapid movement never stopping for a second. He grabs it, leans back and pulls it with so much force that In-ho is yanked up from the pillow, leaning on his hands again.

With one hand holding the leash, he lets go of In-ho’s waist with the other and puts it into his hair, tugging it.

“Hngh- please-” In-ho lets out a choked whine, not even knowing what he is begging for anymore.

Gi-hun takes the sight in front of him, how he made the threatening Front Man, the leader of the Korean games, whom the people bow to, to a whimpering mess, face covered in his own drool and tears.

He picks the pace up, chasing his own pleasure now.

“I’m going to cum in you, painting your insides white. Making you mine, marking you up.” He pants against In-ho’s ear, letting go of his hair and playing with the edge of the collar.

In-ho just nods, tears falling from his eyes.

A few more thrust later Gi-hun cums with a groan that comes deep from his chest. He falls forward, chest pressed against In-ho, still making grinding movements, riding out his high.

“You can come.” He pants.

In-ho doesn’t need to say otherwise.

In an instant, he cries out, cum spurting from his cock, making more mess on the sheets. Gi-hun needs to change it later.

Both of them fall forward, panting hard, trying to catch their breath. Gi-hun pulls out of In-ho, leaning back so he can see his own cum leaking out of In-ho’s used hole.

“Next time, I’m going to put a buttplug into you so you will walk around with my cum still inside you”

In-ho lets out a weak moan at that.

Gathering all his strength, Gi-hun tucks himself away and stands up so he can get a wet towel to clean up In-ho. When he returns he starts between his legs, dragging the cloth softly over his thighs and sensitive hole. 

He nudges In-ho to roll on his back so he can clean up his chest too. In-ho lets out a groan in protest, but still does it anyway.

Gi-hun cleans him up thoroughly, while his eyes dances on In-ho’s bite mark covered chest.

His cock twitches, even though he knows neither of them are ready for a second round.

When he is done cleaning he reaches for the collar on In-ho’s neck and unbuckles it. He threw it to the same place the towel landed. He will pick it up later. 

He finally undresses from his clothes, only leaving a boxer on himself and climbs back to the bed. He puts his hand over In-ho’s face and rests his head against the younger's chest. In-ho hisses, and Gi-hun immediately apologises, blushing a little. Yeah of course his chest is sensitive, he had been bitten everywhere. So Gi-hun makes a move to switch their position and it’s now In-ho who lays on Gi-hun’s chest. Gi-hun wraps his arm around In-ho’s shoulder, drawing small circles on it making In-ho sigh softly.

“How are you feeling?” Gi-hun breaks the silence.

“Fucked out.” In-ho says, his voice raspy from how many times Gi-hun pulled the collar against his throat. Gi-hun looks down, examining the burn marks the collar did to In-ho’s neck. It will show for a few days.

Good. Gi-hun thinks, but he also feels guilty.

“Was I too hard? Do you need an icepack on your neck? Or water?” Gi-hun rambles, and In-ho chuckles low.

“I’m okay, love. Seriously, I loved every second of it. I would have told you if it wasn’t the case. And yes, water may be nice.”

Gi-hun instantly jumps from the bed, making In-ho’s head fall on the bed. He runs into the kitchen, grabs a glass and opens the tap, filling it up with cold water.

When he returns In-ho is already sitting up. Gi-hun hands him the cup, and then climbs back, sitting next to In-ho. After he is done drinking, he puts the glass to the nightstand and rests his head on Gi-hun’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you liked it? You can tell me otherwise!”

In-ho raises his head and cups Gi-hun’s face with both hands. He leans in to give Gi-hun a small kiss on the mouth.

“Yes I’m sure. I loved it when you put the collar on me.” Another kiss on the mouth. “I loved it when you called me puppy.” Now a kiss on his nose. “I loved when you marked up my whole chest and thighs.” A kiss on the cheek. “I loved feeling you inside me.” In-ho whispered, kissing Gi-hun’s forehead. “I loved everything that has happened.” Lastly, a kiss on his mouth again.

Gi-hun let himself melt into the kiss, holding onto In-ho’s shoulder. When they break the kiss, they rest their forehead together.

“What was this even about?” In-ho pulls back, to look into Gi-hun’s eye. 

“Hee-soon. He kept looking at you, touching you, sharing old stories-” Gi-hun stops himself before he gets angry again, and fucks In-ho in front of the commander.

“Uh-huh. And why were your glove and coat covered in blood?”

“I stabbed him.”

In-ho’s eyes widened at first then he burst out laughing. Gi-hun watches as he laughs hard, wiping his tears away.

“What?”

“I just love you.” In-ho shrugs, kissing Gi-hun again.

They lay back to the bed, wrapped around each other. Gi-hun mentioned that they need a shower and a change in the sheets but In-ho just shook his head. Which is fine, Gi-hun would lay in dirty sheets all day if that means he can keep In-ho close to him.

“Wait. Is Hee-soon still alive at least?” In-ho asks after a while.

“Yeah unfortunately. But not for long if he keeps this up. Can’t we just fire him?” Fire him, which actually means to kill him.

In-ho chuckles. “For you, anything.”