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A dog, huh?
Thoughts were racing in his mind. It was true. He was just a dog, not even a human being, always doing what he was told. The only enrichment he had in life was playing with the minds of people. But those people, despite being decked with the most disadvantageous cards in life, still had the choice to deal them. And he knew they did, for all of the mind games that he played always stemmed from the curiosity of their choices.
But him, he didn't have any choice. For the first time in his life, he realized the cage he set around himself, the collar he willingly wrapped around his throat.
And even now, he couldn't even get the choice of his own death. His misfortune was predetermined, the man in front of him protected by an armor stronger than fate, crafted by the same man who held the other side of his leash.
His lips twitched upward in an insane grin. This was inevitable.
He brought the barrel of the gun to his chin, his finger ready on the trigger.
He was only able to slightly twitch his finger against the trigger before the door to the room swung open with a sharp creak, slamming against the wall. Both men’s heads snapped toward the entrance, their tension turning to stunned surprise as they shouted in unison.
“Ray!”
Ray stood in the doorway, his face utterly deadpan, a cigarette between his lips and a heavy bag slung over one shoulder with a cup of iced coffee in the other hand. His sharp white suit was immaculate despite the chaos of the room. Ray’s unreadable eyes flicked between the two men. His expression remained impassive, even as Gi-hun and the Salesman exchanged a brief, baffled look, silently questioning how they both knew this stoic figure.
“You,” Ray said, addressing the Salesman, his voice low and razor-sharp. He stepped into the room, dropping the bag on the floor and roughly plopping his iced americano on the battered table. “Give me that gun.”
The Salesman blinked, his bravado crumbling under the weight of Ray’s icy tone. Without argument, he handed over the revolver. Ray checked the chamber, turned on the safety with practiced ease, and slid it into his pocket without a word. He exhaled a stream of smoke as he took off his coat. His cold gaze cut between the two men while he threw his coat over the laundry hanger.
After a few moments of gulping and being a bit starstruck at seeing the other in the flesh again, the Salesman finally found his voice. “How do you two know each other?”
Gi-hun’s posture stiffened, the shadows of the room falling over his eyes as he glared at the other. “Why should I tell you–”
“We’re brothers,” Ray interrupted. Despite Gi-hun’s frustrated glare, Ray’s sharp expression didn’t falter as he took a long drag of his cigarette.
The Salesman’s jaw fell open, his brow furrowed in confusion as he looked between Gi-hun and Ray. Despite the differences in their demeanors, the confident sharpness of Ray’s shoulders in contrast to the drooping slouch of Gi-hun’s, there was no mistaking the familial resemblance. The same strong cheekbones, the same dark eyes–though Ray’s were cold and calculating, while Gi-hun’s held an unsteady mixture of guilt and resolve.
“We’ve been estranged,” Ray said flatly, flicking ash onto the floor. “Ever since our mother left me with our dead-beat father and took him with her.”
Gi-hun shifted uncomfortably, his hands gripping his knees. “I… I can’t change the past, Ray. But I made it up to you, didn’t I? I cashed out all my savings to help you out in Thailand all those years ago.”
Ray let out a dry, humorless laugh, his cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. “And I paid you back. More than you were owed. But you were too stubborn to take my money.”
Gi-hun’s head snapped up, his face flushed with anger. “I didn’t want dirty money.”
Ray’s expression darkened, his voice dropping to a low growl. “And now it’s all you have.”
Gi-hun’s gaze fell, shame etched across his face. The silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension. Ray inhaled sharply, his cigarette burning dangerously close to the filter. Ray let the silence linger, the air heavy with the brothers’ underlying conflicts mixing with the smoke in his lungs, causing Ray to tsk softly before turning away.
Suddenly, the door burst open again. Hwang Junho stormed in, his gun drawn and his face set in grim determination. His eyes flashed to Gi-hun first, but then his eyes locked on Ray. Recognition dawned on his face when he noticed the intricate neck tattoos, turning his righteous expression to one of disbelief and fear.
“Ray the Butcher?” Junho’s voice was tight, barely above a whisper. The barrel of his gun trembled slightly as he aimed it at Ray.
Before Junho could do anything with his gun, Ray moved like lightning. With a swift, precise strike to Junho’s carotid artery, he knocked the officer out cold. Junho crumpled to the floor, unconscious before his body hit the ground.
The Salesman raised an impressed brow, but before he could comment, another figure stumbled into the room. It was the gangster from earlier–disheveled and, for reasons best left unexplored, half-naked. The man’s eyes darted to Ray, who he also recognized with a startle, before landing on the Salesman, and his fear was momentarily overridden by a surge of anger at the sight of the latter.
“You!” the gangster bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at the Salesman. He moved to charge, but Ray’s hand was already pulling out the gun in his pocket. The click of the safety being turned off froze the man mid-step.
“Sit down,” Ray ordered, his voice low and commanding, the barrel of the gun trained steadily on the gangster.
The gangster obeyed immediately, dropping to the floor without a word. The Salesman couldn’t suppress a smirk as he watched the gangster’s bravado evaporate under Ray’s cold gaze.
Ray’s eyes flicked to the Salesman. “You. Give Gi-hun the card.”
The Salesman blinked, pointing at himself incredulously. “Me?”
Ray’s gun shifted slightly, now aimed directly at the Salesman. The grin vanished from the Salesman’s face, and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Alright, alright. No need for dramatics.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the card, handing it to Gi-hun, who accepted it with trembling hands. He stared down at it, the weight of the moment reflected in his expression.
“Good,” Ray said before turning toward the door. “Now, come with me.”
The Salesman immediately stood, stumbling a bit in his haste to move, willingly obedient like a loyal dog as he followed Ray. The gangster remained on the floor, too afraid to move, while Gi-hun shot to his feet in protest.
“Wait! Where are you going? We need to interrogate him more! And what do I do with these guys?” Gi-hun gestured to the unconscious Junho and the cowering gangster.
Ray didn’t even glance back. “We won’t be far. Don’t disturb us.”
“But–”
“Handle it,” Ray said, his tone giving no room for argument as he left the room, the Salesman in tow.
Gi-hun let out a defeated sigh, dropping his hands as he looked between the card in his hand and the chaos left in Ray’s wake.
–
As soon as they entered an empty room, the Salesman's lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, well. Fancy meeting you here, Ray. I have to say, you certainly know a thing or two about timing–"
His words were cut off as Ray shoved him roughly against the wall, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. The Salesman let out a muffled groan of surprise and pleasure, his hands immediately gripping Ray's hips to pull him closer.
Ray kissed with the same cold intensity he did everything else: precise, calculated, and utterly overwhelming. His teeth nipped at the Salesman's lower lip, drawing blood, before his tongue soothed over the sting. At the taste of blood, Ray’s movements became more frenzied, his lips sucking harshly at the cut and drawing more of that metallic taste into his own mouth. The Salesman's head spun from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.
When Ray finally pulled back, the Salesman was panting, his pupils blown wide, his lips tingling from the bruising kiss. His mind raced, trying to process everything that had just happened. Ray was here, after so long of thinking that he would never see the other again. Ray was the brother of Gi-hun, the winner of the 33rd Squid Games. Ray was shoving him against a wall, kissing him senseless and rubbing against his cock–oh fuck, he was roughly palming his cock and it felt so good.
Before he could try to organize his thoughts some more, Ray continued on with him, nimble fingers making quick work of his suit jacket, expertly unbuttoning his shirt and running calloused fingers over his abdomen, causing it to flex at the feeling of rough, calloused fingers. Ray never took his mouth off of the Salesman’s, teeth nipping as the Salesman tried to chase Ray’s tongue.
The Salesman's belt and pants were next. The Salesman groaned as Ray grasped him through his underwear, his cock already hardening to rock-hard at the other man's slender but strong fingers stroking him over the cloth.
"Ray," he gasped, lips curled in a grin as his eyes rolled in pleasure, “Fuck, did you miss me–"
"Shut up," Ray growled, silencing him with another brutal kiss. The whiplash of everything happening, of near-death by gun to near-death by arousal, made him light-headed. The Salesman's head spun as Ray manhandled him, shoving him down so that his ass was on the floor, his shoulders leaning heavily against the wall.
He heard the rustle of clothing and looked up to see Ray pulling his own (designer) pants down, a line of slick connecting his underwear to flushed, shining folds, his clit proud and throbbing as it peaked under its hood right in front of the Salesman’s very eyes.
“Holy shit,” The Salesman whispered, his eyes never leaving the other’s cunt as he hastened to yank his pants down to his thighs and take his now fully and very hard cock out.
Right when he got his cock out, his hand gripping its base to stave off the overwhelming arousal lest this end too soon, Ray swatted his hand away as he straddled the Salesman's hips.
Without any warning to the Salesman’s poor heart, Ray sank down onto his hard length in one swift motion, groaning lowly at the burning stretch while the Salesman tried to comprehend the sudden pleasure causing his balls to immediately tense up, so close to coming from suddenly being engulfed in that tight heat. The Salesman gasped as his hands flew to Ray's slim waist, desperately holding on, hoping the man would take a pause or else he was going to come already.
But Ray wasn't interested in stopping. He began to ride the Salesman at a punishing pace, powerful thigh muscles flexing as he lifted himself up and slammed back down. The Salesman's head fell back against the wall, overwhelmed by the sensation and thighs twitching as his arousal approached its peak.
Suddenly, he felt cold metal press against his temple. His eyes flew open to see Ray pointing the revolver at his head, his other hand braced on the Salesman's chest for leverage.
"Don't move," Ray growled, his voice husky with exertion and arousal. "You better not fucking come before I do."
The Salesman froze, his heart pounding. The danger only heightened his arousal, his cock twitching inside Ray's tight heat. He gripped Ray's hips tightly, fighting every instinct to thrust up into that delicious warmth.
Every second was torture, every heartbeat a sledgehammer to his skull as his cock twitched and leaked, precum slicking the already soaking inside of Ray’s tight passage. His balls were drawn up tight, aching with the need to unload, to empty his soul into that perfect body above him. The heat was unbearable, the friction divine, and the way Ray’s cunt clenched around him like it was trying to suck him even deeper was driving him insane.
Ray's movements became more desperate, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded focus. The gun never wavered from the Salesman's temple, even as Ray's breath came in short, sharp pants and sweat dripped from his brow. The Salesman watched in awe as Ray's face contorted in pleasure, his usual icy composure cracking.
"Fuck," Ray gasped, a ragged gasp tearing from his lips when the Salesman’s cock plunged deeper, the thick, veined length stretching him in ways that bordered on blissful agony. His body quivered, muscles tightening and releasing in a rhythm that was both desperate and deliberate. Ray’s free hand, slick with sweat, slid down his stomach, fingers finding the swollen bud of his clit with practiced urgency. His agile fingers started with a slow rub, an introduction to the electric pleasure the feeling brought, before the movements became frenzied, quickly flicking back and forth as the pleasure built higher and higher.
The Salesman watched in awe, drinking in the sight of Ray coming undone above him. Ray threw his head back, his throat bobbing, sweat rolling over intricate tattoos. Ray's eyes were squeezed shut, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he chased his release. The gun pressed harder against the Salesman's temple, a silent warning not to move.
But the Salesman couldn't help himself. Ray felt too good, looked too beautiful like this. Unable to resist any longer, the Salesman gripped Ray’s hips tightly and snapped his hips up, hitting a spot deep inside Ray that made him cry out. Ray's eyes flashed dangerously, but he didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he ground down harder, his cunt now flush against the Salesman’s pelvis.
"I told you not to move," Ray snarled, but his words were cut off by a sharp gasp as the Salesman swiveled his hips again and caused his cock to drag against a particularly sensitive spot inside him. Ray cursed as his fingers moved faster against his clit as he continued to move, riding the Salesman harder, chasing his release with single-minded intensity.
Ray’s fingers were a blur against his clit, slick with his own wetness, the pressure and speed driving him closer and closer to the edge. Every stroke of his fingers was electric, sending jolts of pleasure that danced in perfect harmony with the Salesman’s cock pistoning in and out of him.
The Salesman could feel Ray's inner walls fluttering around him, a sure sign he was close. He kept up with Ray’s relentless pace, using the wall against his shoulders and shoes planted on the ground as leverage to throw his hips upward, driving into Ray with powerful thrusts that had the other man gasping and shuddering above him.
"Fuck," Ray moaned, his voice strained and the whiniest the Salesman has ever heard it. He was so overwhelmed with the pleasure, his fingers flying over his clit. It was so, so fucking sexy. The hand holding the gun trembled, but he kept it pressed firmly against the Salesman's temple.
Ray’s cunt was a vice, clenching around the Salesman’s cock with a rhythm that was almost cruel in its intensity. Every squeeze, every pulsating contraction, sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through the Salesman’s body, making his balls tighten and his spine tingle. He was so close, teetering on the edge, but he held on with a desperation that bordered on madness.
And then it happened. Ray’s back arched violently, his body going rigid as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His cunt spasmed, and a gush of warm, sticky fluid erupted from him, drenching the Salesman’s cock and stomach in a flood of creamy wetness. The sight of it–of Ray squirting, of his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm–was almost too much for the Salesman to bear. His vision blurred, his breath caught in his throat, and with a guttural groan that sounded more animal than human, he finally let go.
His cock throbbed violently, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into Ray’s pussy. Each spurt was like an explosion, a release so intense it bordered on pain. His hips bucked uncontrollably, driving his cock even deeper as he emptied himself into that greedy cunt. He could feel Ray’s inner walls milking him, squeezing every last drop from his balls, and it was fucking glorious.
Ray’s hand, still clutching that god-forsaken gun, trembled violently as he came down from his high. The barrel pressed against the Salesman’s temple, a cold reminder of the danger that had been simmering beneath the surface of their encounter. But now, it was almost an afterthought–just another layer of filthy, dangerous pleasure.
For a moment, they were frozen in time, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their breaths mingling in the heavy air. Ray’s cunt was still clenching around the Salesman’s softening cock, drawing out the last few shudders of pleasure. And then, with a sigh that was almost tender, Ray wiped his hand–still sticky from his own juices–on the Salesman’s barely hanging-on shirt before tapping his sweaty face with the gun.
“Good boy,” Ray purred, his voice low and husky with satisfaction.
The words hit the Salesman like a freight train, tearing through his defenses and laying him bare. Something inside him shifted, cracked wide open, and he felt a strange, almost terrifying sense of clarity. This was where he belonged–beneath Ray, at his mercy.
Ray stood on slightly shaky legs, pulling up his pants carefully before tucking the gun safely back into his waistband.
The Salesman remained sprawled on the floor, hooded eyes watching Ray with a mixture of rapture and exhaustion. His mind was still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired. He was catching his breath as he watched Ray move around the room, washing his hands before throwing a towel at the Salesman’s stomach, still shining from Ray’s discharge.
"Get up," Ray said coolly, his mask of indifference firmly back in place. With how nonchalant he was, the Salesman never would’ve even known he was moaning and squirting on his cock earlier if he didn’t just witness it. "We need to get back before my brother does something stupid."
The Salesman chuckled as he stood, wincing slightly at the soreness in his muscles. He wiped his stomach clean, mourning the loss of Ray’s discharge as it was dried away. He pulled up his pants and tucked himself back in before buttoning up his shirt. He attempted to smooth out the wrinkles in his suit, though it was a lost cause at this point.
"You know," he said, his trademark smirk returning as he swept his hair back, giving him the picture of self-assured bastard again, "for a moment there, I really thought you might shoot me."
Ray's eyes flicked to him while he took out his pack of long, thin cigarettes, his gaze cold and unreadable. "Who says I won't still?"
The Salesman's grin widened. "Ah, but then you'd miss out on all the fun we could have in the future."
Ray didn't dignify that with a response, lighting a cigarette as they entered the halls.
