~ 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
~ DIMITRI ~Mara slowly brought her own cup to her lips while she fixed her eyes on Dimitri who's sipping from the cup and at the same time, his eyes are scrolling through the papers.She brought the coffee away from her lips and her tongue peeked out to lick it. “How does it taste?”Dimitri shot her an appreciative glance as she placed the cup back on its tray. Minutes passed in silence with Mara's eyes flickering to Dimitri as if waiting for something.And then, it started with the uncontrollable heat that looked to be messing with Dimitri's head itself amplifying the only thought he'd had for days.He gritted his teeth, pride permeating his whole body as he tugged at his tie. “Are you sure the conditioner is on?” He asked, his gaze flickering round the room.Mara nodded eagerly, leaning forward to secretly touch his skin. He flinched. “Go. Go and increase it.”She stood up and went to the lounge area to grab the conditioners remote to increase it before moving back to her seat. And
Perhaps, it was the distance between them, or the tension but their clothes followed one another until it became scattered on the living room’s floor.Dimitri pulled his lips away from his, panting, “I need you.” He repeated as his hands grabbed his butt and squeezed. He pushed him into himself, their hard cocks causing friction that made Vincent moan and Dimitri groan.And if they weren't too occupied with that they were doing, they wound have heard the sound of a phone ringing. But no, they were too lost in their own little bubble to register their surroundings.Dimitri lifted him off the floor and Vincent's legs instinctively coiled round his waist. And soon enough, he was marching towards his room. He entered the room, not bothering to shut the door behind him as he placed him on the bed, his chest heaving and his skin turning redder. He fisted his cock, his fingers rubbing the pink swollen head as his eyes raked through Vincent's body. “Where's the lube?” Vincent tipped his chi
~ DIMITRI ~He watched, his face blank as he stepped on the stage in his gown and was handed a diploma tube, a smile on his face as he started shaking hands with a long row of people consisting of men and women.What?Break their hands for daring to shake him? Carve out their eyes with his knife for staring at him, at his smile or sew their lips together for smiling at him? Umm, he could do all. But… he didn't want to scare him.It was a surprise not a mission to add more to the long list of his hatred for him. So, he sat there among the crowd who were cheering for the graduates while he tried to mix in with his eyes watching his every move, the glow in his eyes and the smile on his lips. It's simply addictive. He could watch him all day or no, that's what he'd been doing. He could watch him for eternity.When he reached the last line, he stopped again for the upteenth time and smiled in the direction of the camera, waiting for the famiiar flashlight.But that was when his eyes met h
A YEAR LATER~ VINCENT ~There was as much risk in taking leaps as there was in not leaping at all. Which was why Vincent had sourced for closure. Time heals everything will continue to be the biggest lie of all times to him. Because time didn't heal anything. He just learnt to live with a part of his heart gone and he's fine with it.Tonight's closure will cover up for the damages.It was his graduation tomorrow. The four friends had decided to have a pre graduation ceremony for Remi who'd repeated the same year more than two times and Vincent courtesy of Jenna.The incident at the bar the previous year didn't really deter them from going to bars and it didn't deter them this time either. Y.O.L.O!That's Jenna's mantra to get them to agree with her and it never fails. Afterall, they only live once and what's the worst that can happen. The living room was filled with different smells of cologne as they got dressed, music blasting in the speakers attached to the apartment's ceiling
~ DIMITRI ~The tension was palpable. The previous night, no one went for dinner except grandpa Santini and Selena who loved eating with him and had started feeling kind of obligated to do so just so he wouldn't feel lonely.The following morning, the maids had delivered that Grandpa Santini had made that morning’s breakfast compulsory. There was no choice. Everyone wanted the old man to be happy.Dimitri adjusted his shirt before picking his phone and stepping out of his room. The hallway was desolate but he was unfazed. Like usual, he reached the dining hall last.He bowed slightly before moving to his seat opposite Luca and settled down. The presence of the family members only made the tension rise. Selena felt like she was sitting on fire as she couldn't even spare Luca a glance as guilt gnawed at her insides. Over the night, she'd came to a conclusion.People like Luca are the type of people the caretakers at the orphanage warned her against. Unpredictable. Ruthless. Sly. The l
~ DIMITRI ~For the second time in his life, he dialed his father's number without being forced.The phone rang thrice before he picked up but he said nothing.“Where are you?” Dimitri asked.“Home.”“I'm coming.” Then, he cut the call.“Thank you.” He said to the doctor before walking out of his office and out of the hospital. He drove straight to the Santini mansion.He pocketed his key and walked towards the staircase again to his father's home office.The door was unlocked and he turned the knob and stepped inside. Luca was sitting behind his desk with his head leaned against the backrest of his chair, his face devoid of any emotion.Dimitri went to his desk and dropped the result of the DNA test on it. Then, he placed his hand on the desk and leaned on his hand.“Do you know that your wife had a child?” He asked directly.Luca raised an eyebrow as he watched Dimitri slide the brown envelope towards him. He picked it up and at that moment, Dimitri turned and walked out of his off
~ DIMITRI ~The past few days had been a blur. And Dimitri couldn't help but pretend. Not that he cared about people's opinion but for Grandpa Santini whose health was visibly declining, he pretended that he cared. That he cared about Ivan and Mara being locked up.That day, news about them being charged to court finally got to them. They'd been given fifteen years imprisonment each. That was when he finally had peace. Fifteen years of planning.He whispered to himself as he adjusted his jacket in the mirror. Now, he's finally done pretending.When he was done dressing, he went for breakfast. And as he dabbed his lips with the napkin, he cleared his throat,“I'm taking my leave.” He said, loud enough for everyone to hear. The few days where Mara and Ivan were waiting to be charged to court had turned to mourning for the Santinis. No one was allowed to act in a certain way and there's even an untold rule of not going to work. Dimitri was tired. He could only imagine how his first im
~ DIMITRI ~The following day, Selena had woken up early and gave the maids orders. After that, she took her bath and dressed up before going to Grandpa Santini's wing of the mansion.The old man was already awake, sitting on his chair in front of the door to his balcony. He didn't turn before knowing that the person who'd entered his room was Selena.“Good morning Grandpa.” She greeted him.“Good morning.” He greeted her and spared her a glance. When his eyes landed on her, he asked,“Are you going somewhere?”She nodded. “I need to go visit Mara.”The old man sighed and turned back to the view outside. “Make sure you use a facemask. I was just about to tell you that I need to be alone…. Sorry.”Selena chewed the insides of her cheek before suggesting, “Is the mood swing back again? Do you want me to call Dr. Dinna?”“Don't worry. Just… leave.”She said nothing as she turned and made her way out of the room. She shut the door behind her and leaned her back on the door, mouth parted.
~ VINCENT ~To Vincent, there's something about having loud friends —- he couldn't even be miserable in peace.No one said school was going to be easy. When he picked another MSc degree in fashion and clothing apparel, he'd thought it will be all rosy because he has passion for it. But well, school came with the entire ‘bats from hell' package and his not-really-serous friends are not helping.Their temporary lockdown due to the incident at the bar only lasted for a month since that was the time their groceries could last and again, they were forced to go back into the world and resume activities like a normal human.The only ‘good’ thing the incident caused was it made Jenna funnier and more petty. She never failed to remind Remi of what he did that day.Vincent closed his eyes, feeling as the water from the shower head trickled down his skin. He continued to use his palm to scrub his body as he murmured the music which was blasting in the whole apartment to himself.His fingers brus
Things don't always go as planned. When Sinclair's brother started the live video, he didn't expect to do the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. With shock and panic coursing through his veins, his eyes darted to his comment section. It was in an uproar. He'd frozen and when one of his friends tapped his shoulder, his phone fell from his hand to the ground with a clatter. Ivan was as pale as a ghost. He never expected Mara to be this desperate. He shook his head wildly as his eyes met Grandpa Santini's who was staring up at him from his chair.“She's joking.” He said with a nervous chuckle.“I'm not.” Mara declared, her voice form. “If you don't let me go and insist on aborting my baby, I will share the news.” “You are not okay.” Ivan continued to repeat in denial. “You are obviously not okay.” His head was spinning. “I didn't do it. You did. You were the one that exchanged the water which meant you did it.” With each sentence, he took a step towards Mara who was also taking s
“Huh?” Ivan asked in confusion, his brain failing to at first grasp what grandpa Santini had said but when he traced the direction of his jutted chin to Mara, his nostrils flared but he said nothing.“Are you deaf? Why did you have sex with her? You still had the galls to force yourself on her just because you want to get back at—”“ —-wait. She told you that?” Ivan asked, interrupting him with a chuckle. Then he turned to Mara, an amused look on his face. “Why didn't you tell him the truth?” Mara sobbed, shaking her head wildly but she said nothing and could only hope that the ground should open and swallow her. The embarrassment and shame is simply too much for her to handle.With a sigh, Ivan moved to sit at the feet of grandpa Santini's bed. “And point of correction. I didn't sleep with Dimitri's wife. Instead, he married my woman. It wouldn't have been possible if she wasn't a whore though.” He said with a shrug.“He's lying.” Mara whispered.The old man was confused but he turn