More fic snippets from my head: Porsche vs Korn? Love to see it!
"Khun Korn, Khun Porsche is here." Chaiya announces. Korn looks up and smiles at Porsche, fatherly and pleased. It makes Porsche's skin crawl.
He walks in past Chaiya who stands quietly in the corner, takes deep breath and then seems to just stop. Blending into the background. Hmm. He makes a much better bodyguard than Porsche ever did.
Porsche slips open the button on his suit jacket as he approaches Korn who is sitting in his usual place on the roof terrace, a chess board set up in front of him.
"Take a seat," he gestures to opposing chair. Porsche eyes the seat, then the game before sitting gracefully, back straight, his body communicating displeasure.
"You summoned me, Khun Korn?" He says, the words slithering through his mouth smooth like a serpent in the brush.
"Now, none of that, Porsche, we're practically family. Call me Uncle." Korn replies, the same smile twinkling in his eyes.
Porsche nods but doesn't answer.
"Do you play?" He asks gesturing to the board. Porsche glances down, careful disinterest colouring his features.
"I never had much opportunity to play games in my childhood, though coincidentally books on the subject keep appearing at random intervals in my office," Porsche replies cooly. Korn's smile goes slick.
"How curious. Fancy a game?"
"I'd rather not waste your time with an unworthy opponent."
"You sell yourself short, Porsche," Korn starts, moving a white pawn and then making a corresponding move of a black one. Playing against himself. There is an irony in that that Porsche doesn't even have to look for.
"But that is a problem many seem to have with you, isn't it?" Korn asks. Porsche's eyebrows go up, his face asking the question that he refuses to speak.
Korn shrugs. "I heard you dealt with the issue with the Chanthara's very well. Very creatively even."
Porsche feels his jaw clench and fights to keep the glare off his face. "I did what was asked of me,"
"Nonsense. Your insight into the matter was unparalleled. The solution you came to was… unique."
Korn glances up at him, like he's taking stock of whether his praises are landing. Porsche paints a smile on his face and hopes the expression doesn't seem too forced. He's never been the best at hiding his thoughts, a problem that is rearing its head more and more often these days. He's working on it.
"Creativity serves you well in our line of business. It's something to be nurtured. I don't think Kinn or Vegas could have done what you did."
"Well it helps to have been that poor and desperate. It makes you familiar with what it feels like to break." Porsche replies. His tone must miss the full deference that Korn prefers as he gets a sharp look for his trouble. The look coils a dark pleasure deep inside him. Korn likes to pretend he is the benevolent benefactor in Porsche's life. Like he isn't the main reason for Porsche's suffering. Porsche isn't so forgetful.
"Still, good work deserves a reward. There are certain profitable but troublesome clients that may benefit from your deft hand." Korn replies and Porsche feels his breath freeze in him, that 6th sense that is supremely helpful when he's in a fight tickles down the back of his neck. It feels like prey realizing they've been scented by a predator. Any client Korn would describe as troublesome would be above the minor family. They would be Kinn's to deal with.
"With all due respect, Khun Korn, I think Kinn has a handle on his side of the business. He has after all been doing this much longer than I have." Porsche says carefully.
Korn hums, eyes examining the chess board in front of him. His game has been progressing without Porsche paying attention. A black bishop takes a white knight. There is a small collection of black pieces at the side of the game. White is clearly winning.
"There is no shame in needing help. Do you think Kinn would mind? Why should he, he has been helping you a lot over the last few weeks, has he not?" Korn replies quietly, attention remaining focussed on his board.
Porsche flicks his eyes between Korn and the board, trying to read something from his placid expression. Kinn values his standing in the eyes of this useless spider, he would hate to have Porsche instructed to help him against his will. He's a proud creature and if Porsche knows that, Korn definitely does, so this is either a test for Porsche or an intentional dig at Kinn.
Porsche isn't sure he cares about passing Korn's tests and won't stand for the latter. His response is easy.
"Kinn is nothing if not a problem solver. If he sees utility in any skill of mine all he has to do is ask and it's at his disposal. He knows that already. If needs me, he has me."
Korn's eyes flash, apparently that wasn't the response he was expecting. He eyes Porsche up and down, expression cooling. It's like he's revised Porsche's IQ up a couple points.
Porsche isn't dumb enough to think that this whole set up, him as the head of the minor family with Kinn leading the main family, isn't exactly what Korn wanted. He just doesn't know why? Still, if this is all he thinks it takes to get him to turn on Kinn, a few well placed compliments, a promise of power and a dig at his masculinity, well he has another thing coming.
"And that pleases you? Being leashed and collared like that. Existing at his beck and call?" There is derision coloring Korn's voice now, disgust dressed as politeness drips from his teeth as he says the words 'leashed and collared' and with it Porsche finally gets his play.
Porsche glances at the board in front of them, pursing his lips in thought. "The last year has been one of the most volatile in my life and I've made a lot of mistakes. I'm a slow learner, but I do learn." He replies softly, eyes meeting Korn. "Everything works better when Kinn and I trust each other. It has been hard won, I will do nothing to threaten it."
Korn's expression stiffens. He doesn't seem to like when his pieces think for themselves. It emboldens Porsche. He allows his posture to slacken, letting the sexuality that garnered him tips at Hum bar from men and women equally soften his movements.
"As for being collared, as long as it's Kinn holding the leash I'm happy to be brought to heel."
He ignores the small cough from Chaiya at his words, smiling slowly at an irritated Korn from below his lashes. He glances down at the chess board, he's not good at the game, but he has been reading. He moves the white queen, threatening the black king.
"Check."
He holds Korn's gaze. He's going to pay for this, he knows, but he can't bring himself to care. With that Porsche excuses himself. Korn doesn't stop him.
kinnporsche the series is the only series that will only wants me to try sex (as a ace) because how beautifully intimate are kinn and porsche?? with each other. And being head-over-heels yet so vulnerable. Like so many emotional layers thru it, it makes me truly understand how people use sex as a way to express love and trust to one another. I- just wow
The fact every bodyguards (at the exeption of Chan) believes that Kinn regulary beats the crap out of Porsche when my man is getting dicked down at every hour of the day is sending me
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