~Dimitri~
Maybe he's not thinking rationally or this is probably the most rational thing to do. But he found himself opposite Vincent's apartment again. He wanted to turn and speed back to the penthouse but he shook his head. Being lonely had done more harm than good to him and he knew he could use a company right now. So, shutting all his ‘maybes’ away at a deep corner of his mind,he ascended the stairs and tried to turn the knob but it's locked. He shook his head and knocked. He waited but no response. He knocked again but it's as if there's no soul in the house. Even the lights are off. He turned back, his eyes fixed on his car. That's when he heard it; the sound of the door opening. He hurriedly turns back and he's met with a sight he least expected; Vincent stood before him, staring at him in bewilderment. He's naked from the chest and a small towel is draped on his neck while another towel hangs snugly around his waist. His blonde hair stuck to his forehead and droplets of water trickled from his hair, down his chest, and disappeared into the white towel that hung snugly around his waist. The sound of Vincent clearing his throat tore his gaze away from his towel and he shifted it back to it. Vincent had gone red in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?” Vincent asked. Dimitri sighed and squeezed himself in then turned back to Vincent who silently closed the door. “I need company, will you offer it?” Vincent was confused but said nothing as he walked deeper into his small living room. Dimitri followed. “I will take your silence as an affirmation then.” Dimitri smirked, his eyes taking in his naked back. Vincent turned to him as he reached the front of his room, his nose flaring. “You heard yes. I heard ‘leave me tf alone’.” “Sassy. Love it.” Vincent sighed and turned fully to Dimitri. “What do you want Mr Santini?” “You, but before that, we need to change how you address me.” He stepped closer to him and Vincent stilled. Then, his hand turned the door knob of Vincent's room and he lightly pushed him in before he entered after him. Dimitri assessed Vincent who looked like he's tongue tied and repeated. “You, I want you.” “If I give you what you want, will you leave me alone?” Vincent asked, his eyes fixed on his feet. Dimitri smirked and tilted his head, assessing him. “Maybe… maybe not…” Then, in one moment, he's standing some meters away from him, and in the next, he's lifting his chin with his fingers and smashing his lips to his. Vincent gasped, and Dimitri found that as an opening as he slipped his tongue into his. His kiss is slow, passionate, and consuming at first. It's like he's trying to test the waters and let out the feeling words can't express, the pent up frustration and everything. Then, he's devouring him. He's devouring his lips as if he can't get enough, as if it's a drug he's high on, as if he wants to break him and mold him. Vincent tried to fight back but Dimitri's dominance easily towered over him and he clutched his shirt weakly as he devoured his lips, as he destroyed the wall he'd built in the shower. And if he should be honest with himself, this is the only kiss where he felt alive, as if he's really a part of a whole. Finally, he kissed him back. Dimitri paused before returning his kiss. He met up with Vincent's pace as their tongue intertwined. He's kissing him so hard but slow that Vincent feels seen and heard and he couldn't hold back the tears that had gathered and he let them lose in between the kiss. It's the first time he'd cried since he was five and he didn't know why it came now after he thought he no longer knew how to cry, but he let them lose. And in front of his enemy at that. He pulled back, breaking the kiss and turned his back to Dimitri. He sniffed, trying to keep it at bay. Dimitri engulfed him in a hug from behind, an unmistakable bulge poking him. “Are you crying?” Dimitri asked. He shook his head. “No.” Dimitri turned him so he's facing him. His eyes are blood red and his nose is pink. He didn't really know how to pacify someone since he's not good with emotions but he drew him closer to his chest and Vincent's cries grew louder. Dimitri's palm halted in the hair behind him and with a sigh, he slowly patted his back. How did he get here? He's a prey, a pawn on his chessboard so why does something squeeze in his chest when he sees him cry or why does he want to pacify him? He leaned back as Vincent's tears were still flowing and he peeked his tongue out, using it to take drop after drops of tears until they'd all dried. Vincent lifted his head and gazed into his black soulless ones. “T—thank you.” Dimitri nodded and drew him to the bed before pushing him lightly. “Sleep.” He stepped back and stripped until he's only in his boy shorts which stuck to him as if it's a second skin, his cock straining against it. Vincent gulped as he took in his broad muscular shoulders and strong legs that's packed with muscles. His arms looked as if it could easily squash him. His hair which he'd thought was dark is actually dark brown and it's tousled as if he'd run his hands through it a million times. His black eyes fixed him as he stalked towards him. “D–don’t—” “I won't do anything.” Dimitri interrupted with a small smirk. Vincent shook his head. “Are you spending the night here?” Dimitri nodded and slipped into the bed which made Vincent gulp again. Nonetheless, he moved back and placed his head on the second pillow to the right. His bed is a little small for the both of them. As Dimitri settled in, he drew Vincent closer. He struggled but he didn't release his hold and he soon gave up. It's dark and the wall clock ticks softly, its sound permeating the air. Vincent is in his arms for the first time and he has that urge to take him to somewhere far away and lock him where only he could see. “Vincent.” He whispered, checking if he's still asleep but his breathing pattern and body did not change. Then, he began. He told him everything that had happened from the start. What he knew about Ava's death, how he felt today when Elora came to visit him, what grandpa Santini told him. Everything. He let them out. When he's done, he sighed, and his lips lifted into a smile. The last person he'd vent to was his mother before her death and what he knew was that, after many years, it felt good to talk to someone even if the person was asleep. It still felt good to let it out. Why did he do that? He didn't know. And maybe, just maybe it's because he's off limits, and he has none.~VINCENT~ When the fish is caught in the net, the smart ones don’t move; if they do, they exhaust what remains of their energy and die faster. Vincent had been trying to act like the smart fish but he kept failing miserably. And… he did hear everything he said yesterday when he thought he was asleep. Afterall, it's not wrong to be wary of someone who's rumored to be the king of the mafia world and who'd blatantly told him that he's an enemy but his actions refused to show what he really is. Why did he lick his tears when he's meant to be ruthless, why did he pacify him when he had been crying because of him. Did he read his mind by coming back, knowing he needed warmth and company? He's a paradox, a difficult puzzle that's hard to assemble, a riddle he didn't know the answer to despite becoming a judge at such a young age. How did they get here? Why did he feel so comfortingly safe in his arms as if that's how it's meant to be. It's wrong… so wrong. He wanted to escape the deep
“What have you done?” A low voice laced with disdain asked. “What have you done Dimitri?!” Dimitri ignored the accusation, his movements deliberate as he approached the lifeless body sprawled across the bedroom floor. He knelt beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her pale face. With precision, he placed two fingers on her neck, his jaw tensing as he confirmed the truth. The woman kneeling beside Ava's body, her red hair a stark contrast to Ava's limp form, looked up at Dimitri with tears and venom in her eyes. “You killed her! You monster! You should have sent her back to us if you didn’t want her!” Dimitri rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I should?” His gaze locked onto Ava’s mother, her features a haunting echo of her daughter’s. “Return my daughter to me this instant!” Mrs. Bianchi begged, her voice cracking. Dimitri’s response was a cold, calculated smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of menace. “The last ti
~VINCENT~“Maybe I'm the problem…”Vincent muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on his cock which continued to sleep limply between his legs. He sighed and shifted his gaze upward to the sight before him.Under the dim light of the VIP lounge, he continued to watch as the stripper he'd specially hired slid her slender hands down the pole in the center of the room, her long hair whipping around her face. He watched as her hips swayed. Her legs extended as she performed a slow sensual dance while her eyes were locked on his. But that's it, his body didn't react to the supposed delicious sight before him and his cock continued to sleep limply. Vincent is frustrated and even under the dim light, he could see the doubt etched on the stripper's face who he'd insisted on not wearing a mask. He gave her a reassuring nod and the lady went back to her dance but now, with more vigor. Vincent leaned back on the chair and shut his eyes. Today is not only about trying to get himself aroused
~DIMITRI~“It's the judgment of this court that the prosecution has failed to meet its burden of proof. Therefore, the defendant is hereby acquitted of all charges.” Vincent said, and banged his gavel, signaling the end of the case.The court erupted into cheers and murmurs. Dimitri watched as the lawyer supporting Ava's parents’ gritted his teeth before his shoulders slumped in defeat.Dimitri continued to watch, trying to keep his lips from cracking into a smile. He continued to watch Vincent who's talking to an older man to his right and he felt jealousy course through his veins.Initially, he knew he was supposed to hate him. He's a judge. A fucking judge! One of the heads of the enforcer of the law. It was a judge that had set his stepmother free after she killed his mother in cold blood thereby ruining his chance of a happy childhood. A fucking judge! But… he couldn't even bring himself to hate this particular judge who sat at the other side of the courtroom, at least not after
~VINCENT~He knew he should have ran. He should have ran like the stripper did. But, fear is a bastard after all, it crippled him, and turned his brain into mayonnaise; mushy and soft, until he couldn't think for himself again. And as he stared back at himself in the mirror, his breath caught in his throat. “I… I…” He tried to say to no one in particular before sighing in defeat as he ran his hands through his golden blonde hair. His blue-green eyes stared back at him with equal intensity. A shiver ran down his spine when his thought ran back to what Dimitri had mouthed that morning. And right at that moment, Vincent knew he's doomed.Ever since that incident a week ago when he had a man's cock in his mouth for the first time, when he had a man rub his cock for the first time, he just knew it, he didn't need someone to tell him that. Vincent had acted oblivious to his feelings for so long but not until Dimitri breached his walls like a thief breaching a house. He gave himself a last
~VINCENT~ As Vincent entered the grand dining room, the soft glow of candelabras and the aroma of roasted cuisine and salad enveloped him. His parents, adorned in elegant attire, sat at the head and foot of the table, respectively. Elora, dressed in a stunning red gown, sat to his mother's right. "Ah, Vincent, darling!" His mother, Isabella's red tinted lips stretched into a warm smile as she rushed to hug him, "We've missed you so much." Vincent forced a smile, feeling a pang of guilt. "Mother, Father, sorry I've been busy." His father, Reginald, nodded curtly. "We understand, son. But family is important. We need to catch up." Isabella and Reginald had been childless. This further made them consider adoption, and fortunately, they saw Vincent as a sweet boy and decided to adopt him, saving him from the molestations from the orphanage’s home caretaker. Vincent took his seat beside Elora, who placed a gentle hand on his arm. He didn't respond, his body stiffening. He's unsure h
~VINCENT~ Even the night air blowing through the open windows couldn't wade off the agony in his heart. It only blew his face and his golden hair but deep inside, he remained hollow like a deep dark hole which sunlight and air couldn't enter. To Vincent, today is a regular occurrence. And to be honest, he had thought that with time, he would get used to feeling like a disappointment. But as time passed, the sting caused by his father continuously escalated and today… just today… it stung him more than he could imagine. “Men don't cry.” “Men don't cry.” He continued to repeat the three words which his father had ingrained into him since he was a young lad like a mantra. Although a week had passed since he learnt of that part of himself, today was when he decided to check it out. Like a coward, he had acted oblivious and when he barely had a taste, even if it's a sinful taste, it just had to be snatched. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled up at the garage of his
~VINCENT~ ‘Chaos’ would be an understatement of the century to describe this situation and right at that moment, Vincent knew he was doomed again. He wished the ground could just open up and swallow him. Two pairs of eyes; one with surprise and one with amusement, are fixed on him while he is trying to keep the sweat from trailing down his forehead. After a moment passed, he finally decided to break the silence. “E…elo—” “What's going on, Vince?” Elora asked in suspicion. “Who's he?” Vincent, who'd always been a bad liar stammered, “A–a friend.” Dimitri's brows shot up in amusement. “A friend?” Elora slid past Dimitri, coming to stand between the two men and repeated. “Who's he Vincent?” “I said he's a friend.” Vincent grumbled, dipped his hand into his pocket and his gaze shot to Dimitri. “And you, disrespectfully get the fuck off.” Vincent watched, trying not to gulp when he gave him a smirk and his broad back disappeared. He moved his gaze back to Elora who's still glaring