~ VINCENT ~“Leave. You are not welcomed here.” He said, teeth clenched as he slammed the door to Dimitri's face and pressed his back on the door, slowly sliding down before his butt met the floor.A week had passed and the thought of Dimitri growing bored of him relieved and hurt him but with time, he forced himself to learn to accept it. But suddenly, this night, he saw him at his doorstep again, panting as if he'd run some miles just to get here so he could leave the next morning like he'd left. Again? No. Fucking. Way.The knocks continued for some times before stopping and Vincent sighed — in disappointment and relief — before standing and walking towards his living room.Suddenly, there's another knock on the door followed by Dimitri's threatening voice, “Open the goddamn door before I blow it down.” Vincent gritted his teeth and turned back to the door, his palm turning clammy. “You wouldn't dare.”“You don't want to defy me, Signore Mio.” Vincent inhaled deeply and marched
~ — ~ “What's that?” Vincent asked, his eyes slightly blurred from just waking up from an uneasy slumber. The previous night was not like the other night they had together. This time, Vincent was sober – literally – and he'd tried to shrug the fucker off him but to no avail. Dimitri's gaze turned to him for some seconds before he went back to unwrapping the box – the sound which had woken Vincent up in the first place. “You mean this?” Vincent nodded. Dimitri brought the box's contents out, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he stretched the first item forth. “A butt plug.” he stretched the second. “A lube.” Vincent blinked, chasing away the sleep. He crawled deeper into the bed. “W–what?” Dimitri cocked his eyebrow. “This is meant for priming and to bring pleasure. And this is to… you know… lubricate things… as in lube.” “I know that.” Vincent answered, his eyes darting around the room. “But who are you using that on? Hopefully not me.” Dimitri stood and stalked towards him
~ VINCENT ~ Soft kisses trailing down the slope of his neck, followed by soft bites and nibbling woke Vincent up from a deep slumber. His eyes fluttered open, his lip slightly parted as he tried to discern his surroundings. The inside of the room was dark, the curtains still covered the window but there's the soft line of dawn behind it. When Vincent finally regained his bearing, he lightly pushed Dimitri who's trailing kisses along his jaw off him. “Go away.” He breathed out, his palm hovering over his mouth. “Good morning to you too.” Dimitri replied, his voice dark, low and husky. “I…I… move away, I need to do my morning rituals.” Dimitri chuckled, pulling Vincent's hands away from his mouth. He gave him a small peck and leaned back, allowing Vincent to stand up. As Vincent placed his foot on the floor, he winced and turned back to Dimitri with his brows raised. “Are you—” “ —Don't even think about it.” Dimitri said, interrupting him. “It must always be in you for at lea
~ DIMITRI ~ He slowly slipped his trousers off, his gaze fixed on Vincent, savoring his reaction. This isn't the first time he will see his manhood, but this is the first time he will really see it so, to Dimitri, his reaction was everything. After taking off his trousers, he pulled his top off, his muscles flexing. Gathering the top in his hand, he slowly used it to wipe the blood trailing down his belly. Vincent's shaky hand rose, poking his chest, near his shoulder where the wound was. “Or… do you think we should just… like… postpone it?” Dimitri shook his head, his hand grabbing Vincent's. “No. Or, do you?” Vincent's throat bobbed up and down but he whispered, “No.” Dimitri nodded, his thumb lightly grazing his swollen lips. “Good boy.” Then, his mouth crashed onto his again. He slipped his tongue into his warm mouth, savoring his taste. Their tongues coiled in a graceless dance, each fighting for dominance until Vincent gave up with a sigh. After some minutes, he left him
~ VINCENT ~ “ —No.” Vincent snapped, not letting him land. “Liar.” Dimitri whispered. He leaned in, their noses grazing. “So, what do we do?” He asked as he pushed his hip into Vincent's, their cocks hitting. Vincent's lips quivered, his eyes slightly dazed. “W… what do we do?” He whispered back. “You didn't manage to make me come with your mouth, remember?” Dimitri said, placing a small peck on Vincent's lips before he leaned back. “But—” He was interrupted with Dimitri suddenly lifting him off the floor and he yelped. “Put me down.” He said, nervousness evident in his tone. “No.” Dimitri said, his huge palms squeezing his butt while his fingers grazed the butt plug he'd buried in his butt. “I want to fuck you now.”. Vincent continued to squirm against him, trying to get down or maybe… it was the friction his movements has on his cock that was making him move. “I swear, if you move again, I'm fucking you against the floor.” Dimitri threatened as he halted on his steps.
~ VINCENT ~This isn't right. Or… is it?Dimitri’s fingers still rubbed small circles on his butt hole. And he's still on that high he'd left him.His eyes fluttered open and he cleared his throat before sitting up, cutting the stimulation off. He stretched his hand to Dimitri. “Can you untie this?” He asked, his voice came off surprisingly calm.Dimitri cocked his eyebrow but removed the belt nonetheless.“Are you okay?” Dimitri asked, his fingers rubbing the red marks on his wrists. “Huh, yes I am.” Vincent replied, swinging his legs over the bed to stand up on wobbly feet. He turned to Dimitri who's still kneeling on the bed, his gaze fixed on him as if trying to peer into his soul. Vincent's eyes wandered to his chest. “You should go to the hospital.” Dimitri shifted his gaze to his chest which is covered in sweat and blood. “I should?”“Is that even supposed to be a question?” Vincent mumbled under his breath as he turned away from Dimitri, making his way to his wardrobe with
~ DIMITRI ~If looks could kill, Luca, Dimitri's father, would have turned to ashes but he matched Dimitri's open aggressiveness with one of his own glares.“What are you doing here?” He hissed.Luca grinned, drawing his wife closer to him by the waist. “Nothing really. Just passed by and I decided to greet my beloved son.” Dimitri's gaze shifted to his stepmother whose blue-green eyes are fixed on him with distaste. “And her?” “We are together.”Dimitri nodded as he walked to step past them. “You've overstayed your welcome. Have a nice life.” He said dismissively, and entered the elevator. “Dima.” Luca called which made Dimitri halt on his steps. He turned to him, teeth clenched and eyes blazing with anger.“Don't. You. Dare. Call. Me. That.” Luca flashed him a smile. “Time is running out.”Then, he tugged his wife and they stepped out of the reception area.Dimitri shot daggers into his back before turning. His eyes wandered to the receptionist who'd tried to merge herself with
Things have fallen apart.Dimitri after having a taste of the naive judge couldn't get it up for anyone anymore. One taste. One taste was what started it all. One taste was what tipped everything over the edge. Dimitri sighed for the upteenth time that evening as he grabbed the hair of the man who was tied to a chair before him and he pulled tight.The man who has a jagged scar running down his left eyebrow to his right chin only flashed him a bloodied smile. “You can do nothing to me bas—”A flying punch to his already battered face interrupted him. He winced, coughing more blood. But Dimitri didn't stop, he kept punching him until his blood covered his fist.“Repeat that.” Dimitri said through gritted teeth. But the man said nothing instead. Dimitri stepped back, his fist tightening by his side. “You only have one mission. Only one. But you decided to prove that you are a failure. Again.” The man said nothing, too bloodied and battered to move his jaw. “And not only that.” Dimit
~ VINCENT ~Apart from hating Dimitri with all his heart, he also hated sitting in the middle seat in planes. He'd always preferred sitting on the seat near the window, but today on his trip to Miami, flight-luck was not on his side.Unfortunately, he was squashed between two couples who are always passing stuff and talking to each other. Vincent closed his eyes, his brows scrunched in frustration as the lady to his left leaned forward to talk to her partner, who was sitting on Vincent's right while he hoped that he won't feel any saliva landing on his being.The lady feeling his distress slowly tapped him and he peeled his weary eyes open with a questioning look etched on his brows.“What?”She blew the gum in her mouth and pointed to her partner. “If you don't mind, can you come sit here so I can be closer with my partner?” She asked.And Vincent internally rolled his eyes. My partner, my foot! If he's not lucky in love by not having a partner, he will make sure anyone around him fe
~ VINCENT ~What do a normal human do in this situation? Sit down and continue to wallow in self pity? Or give up on everything altogether?It's supposed to be either of the two. But… Vincent is not a normal human. His breaking point didn't break him. Instead, it broke another thing. And what's that? The fog clouding his senses.He dropped his phone and let out one long bitter laugh until his belly ached. Then, he stood up. Even though he looked tired, there was a certain light burning in the depth of his eyes. And it's not the normal light that always burns in his eyes. Instead, this one was different, dangerous, it was the light that was drawn from pain. Instead of letting his situation break him, he drew motivation from it. And that was all that mattered to him at the moment. First things first, Vincent took off his shirt, leaving only sweat pants that hung loosely around his snatched waist. He'd grown lean but he didn't care about that right now. The only thing that mattered for
Even the simplest task seem insurmountable for Vincent. It was like the weight of the whole world was placed on his shoulders. His mind was a jumble of negative thoughts and he'd lost interest in the things that once brought him joy and the world around him which seems dull and gray, not that he stepped out of his apartment since that day. He's exhausted but he couldn't sleep. He's hungry but he couldn't eat. He's numb, but the pain still lingered, a constant reminders that he's not okay. It was like he was falling into a dark hole, a dark abyss and not just any hole or abyss, instead, it was one that he couldn't get out of, one in which it was like he was being passed a shovel to dig deeper. And despite his best effort, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he's not good enough, that he's a failure, that he's worthless. And it was due to losing his purpose, his sense of direction and he's just going through the motions by staying in his dark apartment with his windows shut.He sta
Mara's hand flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her fake sobs. She rushed out of the lounge area, not because of her acting, but because she had something to do and the threat still sat upon her like a fog.Glancing left and right, she silently turned to the left corridor opposite the mansion's main kitchen and as if the shadows had been waiting for her, a hand drew her into another corner.A gasp spilled from her throat before she inhaled and used her hands to pat her hair in order to regain her composure.“I told you not to scare me like that.” She chided softly.The man in the shadow chuckled and released her before he leaned on the wall. “What games are you playing, Mara?” He asked, his voice, dark, low, and dangerous.Mara smiled, her gaze darting to her back before landing back on him. “I'm not playing any games, Ivan. I'm just supporting the winning side.”“The winning side?” He asked, leaning down until his head was at the same level with Mara's. “And who told you I'm losing?
~ DIMITRI ~He couldn't even think of where to find him apart from his office which unfortunately, he was absent from. He pondered upon going to his parents' house but he changed his mind and sat in his car, powerless and it was at that moment that he knew that he really knew nothing about the one who'd been clouding his senses for weeks. He branched the penthouse and took his phone but when he dialed his number, it kept going to voicemail. With one last sigh, he revved his engine, determined to wait for Vincent at his door till eternity and if push turns to shove, bring the door down. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel throughout the short journey to Vincent's house. When he reached his place, he parked on the road side, took his phone and got out of his car. It was evening and he was troubled. He walked towards his door and called his number, hoping upon all hope to hear his phone ring behind the closed door but to no avail. Dimitri knocked and turned the k
~ VINCENT ~He stared at the phone in astonishment before picking it up and bringing it to his ear.“Vincent?” His father's harsh voice sounded from the other side.“Yes. I'm at work, father.” He said slowly, walking into his office and closing the door behind him. “Be here within an hour.” His father ordered and cut the call, not allowing him to talk.Vincent stared at the wall in confusion before stepping out of his office and closing the door. He acted oblivious to the looks as he reached his car and sped off towards the Reynolds’ mansion.His mind wandered miles per minute on why he'd called him with such a tone. What's happening? Was something wrong at home? Or, was something wrong with his mother. No, no. He shook his head in denial, pressing the gas as he increased his speed until he reached his parents' place.The sun was starting to set when he reached his parents' place. He stepped out of the car, scanning the vast property with his eyes. He locked his car and gave one of t
~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri glared at her in confusion, his jaw twitching before he stepped forward and collected the piece of paper form Mara. However, when his gaze landed on it, his eyes darkened.His eyes scanned the content on the paper in a hurry, his eyes turning dark each second until he finally tear his gaze away from the paper. “Who dropped this?” He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous edge.Mara stood up on wobbly feet and shrugged casually.But Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that it was Vincent's handwriting that was on the paper which meant one thing - he'd entered his office and saw them. But what did he mean that he's no longer interested in the relationship anymore because he he never loved him and he's already planning his marriage? No. He shook his head in denial. There's something wrong somewhere and he needed to know. He dipped the paper into his pocket and hurried to his table to use the telephone.After ordering his men to get a car ready, he rushed out of his off
~ DIMITRI ~The sunlight filtered through the huge glass floor to ceiling windows, casting golden glow on the tiled floor.Some meters away was a lounge area and on the three seater chair lay Dimitri, with Mara snuggled into his chest. His black inky hair was a mess and his eyes were shut close. He was also naked from waist-down. Mara slowly woke up and sat up with a wince. Her clothes lay some meters away from the couch and she was naked. After sitting up with great effort, she parted her thighs and poked her core, eliciting another wince from her. But despite the wince, there was a small smile on her face. She shifted her gaze to Dimitri who was still asleep and her gaze became unfocused, her mind running miles per minute on how to get herself out of the situation. Then, she fanned her face and yawned, forcing out tears. She sniffed, wiping the tears that slowly gathered on her face off as she tapped Dimitri. Dimitri's eyes flung open as if he was just thrusted into his body, an
~ VINCENT ~ His boyfriend, who'd been clouding his mind sat in the lounge area of his office. It would have been better if he was just sitting but no, he sat there, eyes dazed as Mara, his secretary and personal assistant bounced on his cock. Infact, his hands were placed on her hip, controlling her pace. Vincent stepped into the room in disbelief. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare he needed to wake up from? He couldn't believe his eyes.“Dimitri.” He called but he didn't even budge. Instead, the sound of his grunts only increased. “M… mara.” He called, his fingers digging into his palm.Mara turned to him, and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed and licked her lips before sealing Dimitri's lips with hers.The room was filled with grunts and Mara's moans. Mara ignored him as if he wasn't even there and continued to bounce on his cock. Dimitri's eyes were shut close with his mouth parted, his head leaned against the chair. Vincent stood still and released his clenched fingers in