Do All You Secret Agents Kill with Your Looks?

Formerly a dangerous, alluring, neurotic top, later self-exiled, fragile and easily shattered x formerly a cold-faced, devoted knight, later a deranged, possessive control freak bottom

(The top develops a severe self-destructive streak later on, and the bottom is genuinely very controlling.)

(The top's characterization probably won't change, but the bottom's might shift a little. For example, he might drop his devoted knight persona and become a thoroughly possessive control freak with a mineral fetish.)

A sudden flash of inspiration and a product of my kinks. This is an updated version of a premise I posted before. The current blurb is still rough and will be refined later:

The top and bottom used to be a pair of secret agents. They worked together seamlessly, and after hours they were also highly compatible fuck buddies.

Then, during a mission, they accidentally discovered the organization's terrible secret. The organization decided to eliminate them, so it issued false orders meant to make them kill each other.

At that moment, they'd just finished. The top looked up from the bottom's arms, a post-coital cigarette held between two fingers, and flashed him a charming smile. "Darling, I want to watch fireworks."

Then the two of them went up to the terrace, set off fireworks, and fucked again. Their mouths were still pressed together when the top pulled a pistol from who knew where and pointed it at the bottom's chest. The bottom felt another gun pressed against his flank.

Both of them looked shocked.

"Baby, they said you betrayed me."

"Did they? Do you believe them?"

After that night, the two vanished from the organization's sight, but the organization never found the bodies of its former partners.

They met again years later, now standing on opposing sides.

The bottom had slipped into the top's territory like a ghost. When they came face-to-face again after all those years, he saw his former partner, who had always been so unflappable and dangerously capable, lounging there with scars all over his body, much thinner than before, and knocked down with a single blow.

The bottom pressed his gun against the top's flank again, gripping that devastatingly beautiful face with his other hand. He said nothing, but his gaze looked ready to chew the man up and swallow him whole.

The top looked nonchalant, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at him. "Hey, darling. Long time no see."

"Are you here to get revenge for the time I shot you?"

Back then, the bottom had ultimately lowered his gun while looking at the top's face, but at that very same moment, the top had pulled the trigger.

"Wrong." The bottom pressed down on the top's lips, forcefully flattening the corners of his mouth, and said quietly, "I'm here to ask you, you bloodthirsty lunatic, you cold-hearted slut: with all those very convincing signs that I betrayed you, why did you put distance between us and shoot the outside of my thigh, away from anything vital?"

The top stopped smiling.

"What's the point of asking that?"

"There is a point. For example, your answer will decide..." The bottom's hand moved to the outside of the top's thigh, where he had been shot back then. He rubbed and pinched the spot, caught between love and hate. "Whether I leave a mark here too."

"What else?"

"And..." The bottom stared at that irresistible face, the one he'd thought about day and night, torn apart countless times in his dreams and kissed just as often. His voice drifted between their lips and teeth. "Whether I tell you I've missed you so much I'm going crazy."

"And then?"

"Then I'll lock you up and chain you up, keep you in my sight forever, and never let you go anywhere."

The top's eyes lit up. He reached out, looped his arms around the bottom's neck, and murmured into his ear with an affectionate smile, "Darling, that's exactly what I want."

"Do you know what comes closest to death?"

"Mad love and violent sex."

A short guide for readers:

1. The top has a "queen" persona and a sweet-wife duality. Early on, he really is a femme fatale who kills without blinking, but that doesn't stop him from liking to act cute with the bottom. During the years they spend apart in the middle, he has an especially miserable time. He also loses his only source of support (even if he doesn't want to admit it), leaving him spiritually adrift. Later, he develops a severe self-destructive streak and occasionally self-harms.

2. The top is older, though he might not feel particularly older. The bottom is crazy too, but relatively speaking, he's more mature and steady. A couple needs at least one person who can keep house 🙌🙌

3. Both the top and bottom are crazy, just in different ways.

4. Later on, the top is desperately insecure and longs to be controlled by his lover, while the bottom is an extreme control freak. Every pot has its lid.

5. If circumstances allow, these two will absolutely get up to that sort of thing (the top has a pain fetish, but it won't get too extreme. The bottom can't bear to hurt him too much).

6. Both are strong, doting on each other, with a handsome, seductive top and a beautiful, seductive bottom.

7. About the bed: The top is about half and half, sometimes good in bed, sometimes not, while the bottom is extremely good in bed from beginning to end (this man's stamina is truly astonishing).

First version of the blurb, July 17, 2026. To be supplemented and revised.

Theme: Reject self-exile and enjoy a wonderful life