It was one thing to die at the hands of enemies and a completely other to die…doing whatever kinky shit Gin wanted. Now, while he didn't think he would actually die during that (but the fear never really stopped there, it was a real possibility after all - he had experience with psychos), instead he would rather spend his entire life (of which wasn't all that much left anyways) warming the bed for the assassin.
He wasn't living the happy life he though he would; the one he does for, but.
Gin was good in bed.
He was kinky.
He could never get the same with Ran.
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Gin X Shinichi
FanfictionJust little drabbles about the relationship between Gin and Shinichi.
