Once the pattern emerged, it was much easier to pinpoint things and get to the root of the cause.

Sam had been amazed at the meticulous planning that had been going on, and from the looks of it, it had been going on for quite some time.

Kyle throwing that tantrum and leaving had actually been a good thing, for it caused those in the shadows to move quicker. They saw it as an opportunity to strike while the iron is hot, not knowing that in their haste, crumbs fell.

Crumbs that Kyle picked up.

Sam shuddered when he remembered how angry Kyle had been upon discovering who the main perpetrator was.

Though Kyle's reaction had been understandable, the intensity of it had been beyond what he thought possible. It was to the extent that Sam felt it was an over-reaction, but he kept quiet about it.

Perhaps that was the Smith Anger boiling over. Perhaps there was an underlying reason for the explosion.

Perhaps it was both?

Whatever it was, Sam knew that those who were in the thick of it, was doomed. Kyle was creating his own trap, making the noose and closing it tightly around their necks without them realising it.

What they gave, they're going to get back.

Multiplied.

Sam couldn't help the smile that formed.

When he realised it, he stopped, then sighed.

Being Kyle's PA meant some of that mean streak rubbed off on him.

With that thought, Sam smiled again.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

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Xing Han sat at his desk, staring at Nitocris instead of working.

Nitocris pointedly ignored him as he continued to work.

Well, he tried to ignore him but he wasn't successful.

So in reality, while he looked like he was busy going through the documents, his mind wasn't on it at all.

Finally, unable to take it any more, Nitocirs turned to stare at Xing Han, "Just what is it?"

Xing Han blinked.

"Oh, nothing," he said, flustered and then began looking down at his desk.

Nitocris's eyes darkened at that, and he got up silently and headed over to Xing Han's desk.

He leaned down on Xing Han's left side and gently said in his ear, "Puppy."

Xing Han jerked upwards, the paper in his hands flying up all over the place.

"COOKIE!" he shouted, his face beet red as he turned to glare at his beloved, "I told you to stop doing that!"

Xing Han never knew how Nitocris could walk so silently when he's so tall. Just when did he come over all the way from his desk?!

In response, Nitocris tilted his head and licked Xing Han's earlobe, running his tongue all over the outer parts of the ear before flicking inside a bit.

Xing Han gripped the edge of the table with his hands. If his fingernails weren't short, they would have been chipped by now.

"Co-coo-cok.." Xing Han stuttered, his breathing becoming very shallow and then he gulped, "Stop that."

"Or else what?" Nitocris asked softly, not stopping his tongue movements.

Xing Han stood up suddenly, flinging his hands wide apart, declaring, "I"m going to the bathroom!"

He turned to the right, intending to get away from Nitocris as fast as possible, only to bang straight into a familiar sturdy chest.

"Just where do you think you're going, hmmmm?" Nitocris said with a drawl, stepping forward.

Xing Han stepped back, and the back of his knees hit the chair, making him fall back down. Nitocris leaned forward, putting his hands on the side of the chair, trapping Xing Han.

"B-b-bathroom," Xing Han squeaked, as Nitocris's face loomed closer.

"Oh, really?" Nitocris asked again, putting his lips just inches away from his.

Xing Han leaned back further into the chair, his eyes darkening, replying softly, "Really."

"Stubborn puppy," Nitocris said before claiming those sinful lips.

Xing Han's eyes fluttered close, his body weakening like always whenever Nitocris kissed him. The way he just forcefully dominated his entire being made Xing Han whimper and submit.

Nitocris just took and took and took, controlling the kisses and deepened it as he bit, sucked and plundered. By the time he broke the kiss, Xing Han's lips were rather bruised and wet with saliva while his eyes were glazed over.

"Next time you stare at me like that, I'll take you there and then, on the desk," Nitocris growled in warning.

Xing Han gulped, and blinked rapidly as he looked at his beloved lover.

Never, in his wildest dream, did he think he would have ended up with Nitocris.

His first time had been really painful but Nitocris had been gentle and patient. There had been a lot of foreplay and 'preparations' before the 'big day'. When it finally happened, Xing Han had felt a fulfillment he never thought possible.

To love is great.

To be one with your loved one, is even better.

But truth be told, each time they did it, Xing Han was assailed with some guilt later on.

He would lie there, looking at his beloved Cookie's face as he slept. Xing Han would even cry sometimes, thinking about how he might lose his Cookie one day.

No, not might.

Will.

Both of them were pointedly ignoring the fact that Xing Han was not a free man. They never talked about it, they never brought it up and they simply lived for the moment.

Xing Han didn't want to lose this and as time went by, his feelings for Nitocris only became stronger.

Each time he thought about losing Nitocris, he would cling on him even more. For it was at that moment that Nitocris felt real and was there.

Xing Han looked up at Nitocris and licked his lips before he leaned forward and kissed him. This time, he was the instigator as he kissed Nitocris forcefully.

"What's stopping you now?" Xing Han asked when their lips parted.