He is poison, p.12
He is Poison, page 12
“It hurt last time!” Seth yelped and hit his forehead against the table in frustration. He stilled for a moment, but he had to face the truth—he wasn’t fighting with all his strength. It was as if the decision still wasn’t there. One part of him was afraid of the brutal man on top of him, the other aroused by his weight and brute force. Seth’s skin burned in the tiny area on his back, between his jeans and T-shirt where his body touched Dom’s with no barrier. A warm tongue at the back of his neck made his stomach clench with desire.
“You’ll get used to it,” whispered Domenico, his tone lubricating the way for his hand to slip inside the front of Seth’s pants.
“I don’t wanna,” Seth moaned, even though his dick was rock hard. He wiggled his hips, trying to slip out of the vise-like embrace, but all he got was to rub his ass against Dom’s cock.
“Stop being such a wimp,” rasped Domenico, pushing the jeans and underwear off Seth’s hips. It set off an alarm in Seth's head as loud as a fire engine.
Seth grabbed on to the table, silenced by Dom’s words. Was he a wimp for complaining? Or was he a wimp for not complaining enough? The breath on his neck and the slippery tip of Dom’s cock on his buttock weren’t helping him focus.
Domenico’s hand was keeping Seth’s face on the table when the other tickled his buttocks. Before he knew it, two slick fingers penetrated his anus without warning. It did burn, and his muscles clenched around the digits, but the pressure lessened with the lack of movement.
Seth squealed like a pig and writhed desperately, his toes curling. His face was on fire. “I-I mean…” Seth had no idea what to say. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this time? But then again he had to be rational. Dom didn’t like him, he’d be as mean after as he’d been all day. Seth tried to wiggle his hips away, though his cock was throbbing for touch.
“You what?” rasped Domenico as his fingers moved again, drilling Seth’s ass, already preparing it for the cock that was a constant presence at Seth’s buttock.
“Fuck.” Seth stopped struggling altogether, breathing on the wood of the table. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.” His T-shirt was already sticking to his back, shivers of excitement reaching Seth’s balls. There was discomfort, yes, but the fire ignited by a presence inside him was unmatched by anything he’d experienced so far.
“Is it so good?” Domenico reached Seth’s gland, making him weak in the knees, but before Seth could even recover from the shock of pleasure, the blunt presence of something much broader than the fingers pierced his body.
“Fuck, it’s so wide,” Seth moaned and writhed under Dom, dragging his feet on the floor like a bull ready to charge. He didn’t mean it as a compliment and swore at himself when he realized it could be interpreted this way. The constant panting created a wetness on the table by his face.
Domenico’s groan confirmed his incorrect interpretation of Seth's words, but Seth embraced the firm hug he got as soon as Dom was settled all the way in his ass. At least he remained motionless for the pain to pass. “You are so fucking tight... did anyone tell you that?” His chest shook with a laugh. “No, no one did, I’m your first.”
Seth tensed up, barely breathing, the problems in gasping for air making him light-headed. “‘Cause I always topped.” Seth groaned, adjusting to the thickness inside of him. He knew what to expect, so despite the discomfort, he at least knew what to look forward to. This mindfuck would never end.
“Good, fresh pickings for me.” Domenico’s teeth on his back were sending jolts of electricity up and down Seth’s body.
Seth arched his hips, trying out different angles to see how it would feel. “Pig.”
The sudden move Dom made with his hips was enough to press a sharp yell out of him. It hurt like fuck. Shaking, he turned his head away from Domenico’s warm breath.
“Don’t insult a man when he’s got his cock up your ass.”
Seth clenched his hands into fists, drops of sweat beading on his tense thighs. “Oh yeah? Say that again, and I’ll throw you off,” he rasped against the rational part of his brain which was telling him to just take it and shut up.
Domenico’s laugh hot on his back was unsettling. He slammed his cock back all the way inside, the burn so bad Seth got to his toes, squealing. He didn’t even know if the sounds he was making were more embarrassing or the fact that he was too weak to avoid their cause.
“I want to see you try.”
White rage fogged over Seth’s mind, his arms trembling. This wasn’t how he wanted it to be. He knew in the position he was in, struggle was futile. Before he could evaluate if it was a good decision, Seth grabbed the fork off the table and swung his hand back with it, trying to stab Dom, but it was a useless attempt. Domenico grabbed his wrist and twisted it so rapidly, Seth almost stopped to breathe with the pain. The utensil dropped to the wood and Domenico launched himself at Seth without even an ounce of mercy. Within seconds, his rapid thrusting turned Seth’s ass numb and sore at the same time.
“Don’t you fuck with me!” gasped Domenico, slapping his hips into Seth’s buttocks over and over.
Seth clenched his teeth, but moans and whimpers kept leaving his mouth. At one moment he curled up and the next, he straightened up his legs, lifting Dom like an angry bull. “Get off! I’m not your bitch!” he rasped.
“Then don’t act like a little wimpy bitch.” Domenico bit his shoulder, never stopping the assault. Seth’s pulse was muting everything other than his own breath and the slap of skin against skin.
“How dare you!? How fucking dare you!” Seth yelled at him, tensing his muscles even more and he reached out for the gun peeking out of Dom’s trench coat on the chair. His body trembled under Dom’s. “Trapped” didn’t cut it.
Domenico didn’t even respond, but slowed down his initially punishing thrusts. He was now making broad, slightly circular movements with his hips, nailing Seth’s prostate almost every time. With his rich, manly smell gluing to Seth like the sweetest honey, Seth let his arm fall back on the table. He put his sweaty cheek on the wood, already knowing he would never reach that gun. The way Dom’s cock touched exactly the right place inside of him muted the pain from before, confusing him so bad, he shut his eyes. He was going into complete sensory overload, when on top of all the smells and the rough pounding, the tip of his own cock brushed against the underside of the table top.
Domenico’s voice got to him through the sounds of their gasps and heartbeats. “Feels better today, doesn’t it?”
“No.” Seth arched his back for emphasis. He tried to grasp his cock, tried to jerk off, but it wasn't possible while he was lying flat on the table. Fan-fucking-tastic. He wouldn’t even get that out of that fiasco? But with his prostate constantly brushed against, he couldn’t focus, jolts of arousal sparking up to his dick every time. The heat in his bowels was getting more and more intense as Domenico increased the speed of his thrusts, covering him completely with a warm, muscled body. Seth couldn’t stop the shaking in his limbs when to his amazement, he found himself on the verge of orgasm, pushed there with each expert jab of Domenico’s cock, while his own slapped against the wood time and time again.
Seth clenched his fists. The hair on Dom’s stomach rubbing against the small of his back was driving him mad with lust. He didn’t care enough to fight his moans anymore. The intensity of the orgasm had him crying out and fighting back tears. Only yesterday had he found out what it meant to have his prostate touched and today he was getting milked. Shivers went through his whole body, and he kept moaning and coming, with Dom still rocking his cock in. “Oh my fucking God…” He never thought he could be the kind of guy who comes just from being fucked.
“You’re mine.”
Domenico’s words tore right into Seth’s brain, leaving him as a quivering mess. He let Dom take his pleasure in sharp, shallow thrusts now that Seth’s own balls were so dry they ached. He was still pulsing all around the invading cock as if his body instinctively didn’t want to let this wonderful thick thing go.
Dom’s orgasm shook them both. He grabbed at Seth, clenching his fingers on his flesh like he expected there to be handles, his hips in a frantic rhythm that stopped with a final thrust and a silent cry.
This was a moment of weakness Seth could have taken advantage of, but he didn’t care anymore. He was too busy recovering from an orgasm different to any other he’d ever experienced. His mind was blank yet full of conflict. Did he want it? Did he not want it?
Domenico rested on top of him with a soft sigh, and the caressing touch of his hand down Seth’s side was like a breath of fresh air, for the time being cancelling out anything bad the bastard did. Seth still sort of wished he had managed to stab him with the fork. That would have taught him.
“Good, you were so good,” Dom whispered.
Seth swallowed, unsure how he felt about that comment. After all, it was nice to hear compliments, and that was part of the problem. Dom was inconsistent in his wickedness, which made it hard to evaluate whether he was an asshole or not. He certainly fucked like a demon. In the end, Seth settled on a nonverbal agreement, arching his head into Dom’s touch, moving his shoulder blade in a silent plea for another kiss, another gentle touch of those warm, freakishly firm hands. He almost whimpered when with a slight burn, the cock dislodged itself from his anus.
“Ouch,” he hissed. “Be careful…” Seth held on to the table, so he wouldn’t slide off, which was a risk with his knees being Jell-O. The sex was like a roller coaster going from good to bad and back to good again, but now, in the afterglow, shame was already creeping up Seth’s spine. Even with the gentleness of Domenico’s touch, he couldn’t help feeling guilty about letting that swine of a man fuck him like that. His ass felt like it had been rubbed raw.
“Come, let’s go to bed,” said Domenico as if nothing had happened.
Seth slowly straightened back up and stepped out of his pants without looking up into Dom’s eyes. If he really didn’t want it, he would have probably fought back harder. And now, he was letting Domenico hold him up, and stepped closer to the bed with him, led like a lamb for slaughter. He even got a small kiss on the cheek.
So was Dom rough and mean, or was he tender? Seth swallowed and lay down on the bed, completely spent. “You’re still a pig,” he said and pulled the comforter over himself. The mattress moving made him turn away, but Domenico pulled Seth back onto his back and smiled down at him, spread along Seth’s body.
“From god to pig. Quite a change within two minutes.”
Seth looked up, reluctantly admitting to himself that Dom was more on the divine side. “Don’t believe what a man says when he’s coming. Just like I’m not ‘yours’.”
A slow, languid kiss shut him up for longer than it lasted, as the feel and taste of Domenico’s lips was something that was hard to forget the moment it was gone. “I am your first, of course you are.”
Seth wanted to argue, but knew it would be pointless. He put a hand over his face with a sigh. Worst thing was that they were done, back in bed, and he still couldn’t make the decision whether he wanted it or not. Not that it mattered, since the decision had been made for him.
Domenico’s eyes snapped open. The mattress shifted when Seth’s bulky form rolled off it. He wobbled with a soft groan, and Domenico noticed his abdominal muscles tensing in the pale moonlight. Hidden beneath the bush of hair, and darkness, Dom pretended to keep on sleeping, even though his senses were alert as ever. It was something he picked up years ago, when he was still a child, and it remained with him ever since. He could be asleep one moment and wide awake the next. Same went for falling asleep.
He could feel Seth’s gaze trailing over him, thick, sticky like a dab of honey spread over his skin. Would Seth go for the gun now? He wasn’t the type to use a knife. But no, the powerful form slouched with a firm exhale, and Seth walked around the bed. He slowly moved to the bathroom like a wounded animal, with the muscles of his naked back tense and his glorious round ass clenched so hard that dimples appeared on it. He was making small, wonky steps, as if trying not to move his thigh or ass muscles too much.
Dom sighed. He hoped Seth would actually learn from this lesson. Dom had back in the day, and the sooner Seth would realize the Family was like a pack of wild dogs, the better for him. Bark at the wrong person—they will sink their teeth into your nape. At least he’d let Seth come. He hoped this could help them bond. The sex was insanely hot, and he was intent on grooming Seth into the lover he could be with the right guidance.
Seth was gone for a longer while, and with the water in the sink on, Dom guessed he had to be washing. Made sense with his silly objections from the morning. Dom had no idea how a guy Seth’s age could possibly be shy about things like that. There was some muttering coming from the bathroom, but then the uneven steps were back. Instead of the mattress yielding under Seth’s heavy body, some shuffling about followed to the side of the bed and Dom saw Seth lower himself to the floor with a grunt.
Domenico frowned. “What are you doing?”
Seth yelped and got tangled in the sweatshirt he was putting on. “Jeezus Christ. Don’t scare me. Go back to sleep.”
Domenico rose on his elbow and pushed back his hair to look into the moonlit face in front of him. “Are you cold?”
Seth had that beaten puppy look to him as he stared back. It would have been cute if it wasn’t for the fact that there was no room for this kind of shit on the face of a future Don. “I’m fine. It’s not enough space on that tiny bed anyway,” he muttered, but his trembling fingers gave away he was lying. Dom just couldn’t pinpoint why.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered and shifted back to make more space for Seth’s larger frame.
“What do you care?” Seth’s whisper was barely audible, as if he didn’t want an answer. Instead of coming back to bed, he lay on the floor. Stubborn goat.
Domenico pinched the bridge of his nose, and moved his fingers over his eyelids, massaging his eyeballs through the fold of skin. He already knew Seth wasn’t responding well to persuasion, so instead of dragging his ass back into bed, Dom pushed back the comforter and sat down next to the log-like body on the floor.
Seth was curled up in his sweats, with some clothes for a pillow. He had one of his hands holding the other and breathed too deeply to ever fall asleep.
“Hey.” Domenico moved closer and put his hand on the top of Seth’s head, feeling the heat getting to him through the spiky hair. “It’s all right, I won’t buy Indian again, Jeez.”
Seth didn’t even slap Dom’s hand away, curling up into a tighter ball. “I can still smell it,” Seth spat with so much loathing as if one of his family members had choked to death on curry.
Dom felt a shiver go through Seth’s body and scratched his head. “I don’t get it, did an Indian hottie give you the cold shoulder, or something?”
Seth groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “The Triad fuckers fed it to me every day when I was rotting in their basement with a missing finger.”
Domenico frowned. The information was so out of place in this situation that he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Weren’t they over the finger thing? It was healing nicely. “What? But they’re Chinese...”
Seth looked back at him, wide-eyed. “That’s all you have to say? Seriously? Racist and insensitive at the same time. I’m sharing here! What the fuck? I don’t know. They must have liked it. Or it was the closest takeout.”
“Or the cheapest. Suppose it could be from the supermarket,” fantasized Domenico. He would have just bought some expiring ready meals. Or sandwiches even. Anyway, he wasn’t sure what the fuss was about. It wasn’t like Seth got ill from those things. Or did he?
“What the fuck are you on about? I don’t care where they bought it.” Seth moved away from him on the floor and rubbed his face. “Every time I smell it I remember how the motherfucker was sawing through the bone. Why are you even asking? You don’t care. It doesn’t matter.”
Domenico stared at him, wondering what he could offer to lift Seth’s spirits. He didn’t want a scared grump at his side. “What did he use to remove it?”
Seth unclenched his hand and looked at it in the deep darkness behind the bed. “A knife.”
“Well, at least it wasn’t a saw. It would have torn the flesh.” Domenico slowly rolled to the floor and reached out to touch Seth.
“Didn’t you get enough of me today?” he asked, but held out the hand with the missing finger in a move worthy of a skittish fawn, all trembles and hitched breaths.
Domenico snorted and brushed the tips of his fingers over the warm palm. “Why? Are you afraid I’ll lose interest?”
Seth gave him a blank, half-lidded stare and for once, Dom couldn’t read what hid behind it. “I don’t want the kind of interest you gave me today.”
Domenico squeezed the hand and pulled Seth over to him. When the scent of male skin hit his nostrils, it was like being served the sweetest of desserts but Domenico wouldn’t eat now. “If you don’t want this kind of treatment, be good and behave.”
Seth sniffed like a scolded puppy and didn’t pull away, slowly settling into an embrace, with his arms around Dom’s waist and his scruffy, unshaven face scratching Dom’s neck. It was nice to provide comfort, and the way Seth’s fingers dug into Dom’s flesh told him his presence was appreciated. He leaned in and brushed his nose over the shell of Seth’s ear. “The Chinese won’t touch you again. I’ll make sure of that.”
He didn’t get an answer, but the grip tightened, and it felt as if Seth wanted to climb under Dom’s skin to be safe. Domenico pulled the comforter down to the floor and their legs entwined. Soon Seth’s breath steadied and Domenico could fall asleep as well.
Chapter 7
Seth stirred the sauce in the only pan they had. Maybe it wasn’t amazing, but at least it was proper food, and enough of it to last him for two days. He’d stolen some money out of Dom’s wallet, when Dom had been shaving, and had gone to the nearest store for some ingredients. He was not eating fucking tikka masala again. He’d even met their downstairs neighbor on the way, and when she saw his groceries, they managed to communicate with their hands. She led him to a tiny garden in the backyard and gave him some fresh basil and thyme. How great was that? He dipped his finger in the sauce and checked the taste. Perfect.
