Taiga smirked as Leif leaned towards his bloodied face. They were close, so close their breaths were melding, and he wanted to see the man blush. It would look so fetching against his red hair. When the young man reached into his coat pocket, he was forced to lean down.<br/><br/>Taiga decided to press his advantage. He brought their lips together in a forcible but skilled kiss. He sucked the man's lip and scraped it with his teeth, lightly enough to torment. Taiga's tongue slid over the inside of Leif's lip. Their mouths now fully joined, when Leif finally pulled back there was an audible smack, both of the rates of their breathing changed.<br/><br/>Taiga's lips pulled back from his teeth and he laughed like a hyena. Cackling, he grinned. "You are so sweet, Leif," he said and licked his lips as if to prove it.<br/><br/>He wanted that cigarette, drowning out their talk for a moment as his very blood seemed to sing with longing for the vice. When he pressed the tip between his lips, he wrapped them around it, touching his fingers in a shy kiss, bit it lightly, running his tongue up the smooth paper and licking his flesh. He leaned back, stealing it from him. He watched him light it.<br/><br/>He lay his head back bonelessly, the skin tight over his adam's apple, and puckered his lips to suck in deep, before widening them to let out a billow of smoke that wreathed his face like something otherworldly. He started listening again, puffing contentedly, arched oddly from his hands still bound behind his back.<br/><br/>The spoke for another half hour or so until the cigarette needed ashing. Neither Taiga nor Vidar necessarily came out the winner in the negotiations, which meant Taiga really won, since he was the one with no position to bargain or offer anything Vidar hadn't already taken or asked for.<br/><br/>"Leif," Vidar sighed eventually, knowing that they'd reached the very tail end of concessions Taiga would allow. "Take care of Lord Hisoka."<br/><br/>"I'm glad to see your company is growing, Vidar," he said, and it might have been the husk of the consummated love of a cigarette on his voice, but he did sound sincere. Taiga grinned at Leif. He sprang up, still bound, and said, "Where are we off to, Sir Leif?"<br/><br/>The men began to disperse, thoroughly done with Xishan's Tiger and his flirtations.