9. His lord

~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 hole but he kept passing him the shovel to dig deeper. He knew this ain't right, but why did he want the depravity that comes with it. His darkness chases away his monsters. He must have gone mad, and he promised that he would make the madness short and worthwhile. So… he let loose.

In the darkness, he leaned up and pressed his lips to his. Dimitri's eyes fluttered open and he lightly pushed him back.

“You were awake?” He asked, his voice tinged with sighs of surprise. “Did you hear—”

“I did.” Vincent replied and went back to pressing his lips against his. It's awkward as fuck since this is the first time he's really initiating something.

“What are you trying to do, Signore mio?”

“I—I —”

Then, he was flung, with Dimitri towering over him, his chest heaved as he took in large gulps of air. Dimitri fist his neck, choking him softly but not strong enough to cut his air supply.

“Don't make me repeat that.”

“I–I– nothing.”

“You sure?” Dimitri asked, his thumb lightly pressing his pulse and a shudder ran through his body.

“Y–you said you want me.”

Dimitri nodded. “I did.”

Then, Vincent leaned up again and pressed his lips to his, his kiss turning demanding as his tongue dipped into Dimitri's mouth, tasting him but Dimitri pushed him again.

His heart squeezed in his chest. The first time he finally decided to initiate something, he was turned down. “S–sorry…”

“What are you trying to do, Signore mio?” Dimitri smirked, his thumb rubbing Vincent's cheek softly.

Then, his voice turned dark. “Did you think that giving yourself to me will definitely keep me off your back?”

Vincent's breath stilled. It's as if he'd seen through him. He turned his face away from him, breaking his gaze. And he fixed it on the wall.

Dimitri unhurriedly tilt his head back to him. “Look at me when I'm talking to you and when I'm tearing through your tight hole.”

His breath hitched in his throat as his gaze met him again. Then, Dimitri continued. “If you think that's the case…” He wandered off before continuing. “Then, you are wrong. I don't think a taste is able to satiate me… to satiate this hunger.

Dimitri's index finger lightly rubs his lips as his voice drops into a whisper. “Do you know how hard I get just thinking of your lips wrapped around my cock or knowing that I'm the first person in that sharp and warm mouth of yours?”

Vincent thinned his lips, his body starting to grow hot but Dimitri pushed his finger into his mouth and continued. “Do you know how hard I get just thinking about your tears and how you will beg in both pain and pleasure when I finally take you or how I will take you over and over again until you will have no other choice than to surrender?”

“Dimitri, s—stop.” Vincent wanted to caution him that his words are doing things to him but it came out in a long throaty sound that he didn't believe belonged to him instead. However, Dimitri continued, “Do you know how I feel just thinking about you?”

Vincent shook his head.

“I want to take you, and lock you up somewhere where no one could see you apart from me. You don't belong to my world and for the first time, I want to draw you there. I want to watch you break and watch you stand. And… it’s pathetic… at least for m—”

He didn't get to complete it as Vincent forcefully drew his head to his and claimed his mouth. He kissed him like it's his last until Dimitri growled into his mouth and kissed him back. No, devoured him.

‘Just this once.’

‘Just this once.’

He repeated to himself as their tongue intertwined. And he can hear his traitorous heart screaming ‘bloody liar.’ but it's not wrong to wish right? So, he let loose, he surrendered just like he'd asked.

“Good boy.” Dimitri whispered as he tore his lips from his. He gave it one final peck and leaned up.

“Do you want me?” He asked.

Vincent nodded, his face turned into a grimace as he found it hard to admit.

“Say the words.”

“I want you.”

“Good boy.” Dimitri praised again, his deft fingers that's rippling with veins hovered over Vincent's nipple and he lightly pinched making Vincent squirm on the bed.

“So, it's sensitive huh…” he whispered to himself as he continued his administration.

“Please…” Vincent said, which came out as a moan instead.

Dimitri smirked. “Please what?”

“D-don’t stop.”

And Dimitri didn't as his mouth latched onto his nipple, causing Vincent to arch his back, pushing his chest further into his mouth. Dimitri nibbled and pinched and licked and pulled, giving Vincent both pain and pleasure and he could do nothing but moan.

“Dimitri…” He whispered and he looked up, his mouth still fixed on his nipple.

“Take me… please.”

Dimitri pulled on his nipple one last time before slowly rubbing his lips with his thumb. “I heard the first time hurts a lot so it requires preparation in advance.”

Vincent's face creased in frustration. He thought that's what he wanted, so why'd he refuse him? However, Dimitri continued darkly. “Don't be impatient since that day, you will beg me to stop.”

“I will hold you to it Mr—”

His hand pulled his towel away, leaving him naked and he gasped, interrupting his sentence. Dimitri's hand slowly rubbed Vincent's standing cock.

“Dimitri…” He moaned.

“Yes, moan my name.”

Then, he fisted his cock in his hand before he leaned down and his tongue peeked out to rub the tip.