Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (31 page)

The quick, slapping
sounds of masturbation were all the incentive he needed to open up his eyes
again. He watched Dom stroking his cock, and he yearned to join in with all his
heart. The throbbing in his own pants was becoming unbearable, but no amount of
jerking his hips would get him off. Seth kept tensing his muscles and relaxing
them again, but he was bound and restrained and that was it. He looked up at
the sight to behold, Dom’s cock stiff, dark, and glistening with saliva.

“You’re so hot…” Seth
whispered.

“Close your eyes,”
hissed Domenico in answer, and just as Seth did that, the first spurts of spunk
hit his face held in place by Domenico’s left hand. He smiled into the tired
gasps and moans above him, taking all Dom wanted to give him. Seth wasn’t crazy
about the taste of come, but its smell was a whole different matter. It
instantly pushed images of sweaty, dirty sex into his brain. Drops of spunk
trailed down his skin, but he decided not to open his eyes until Dom let him.

The grip on his hair
loosened, turning into lazy petting. The heat radiating from Dom’s body could
set the whole building on fire, but it was Seth who was the spark for his
excitement.

“Amazing.”

“Do me,” Seth panted but
kept his eyes closed. He leaned his head to the petting like an eager puppy,
curling his toes. He breathed a sigh of relief when the pressure on his cock
lessened as Domenico opened his jeans and pulled them down.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Seth
hissed, arching up his hips, his cock finally out and proud.

“Not yet.”

Seth groaned, already
wanting to break the promise he made to himself and open his eyes. Obedience
was never his strong side. “Why not?”

“I want you to. Keep it
up for me and you’ll get your prize. Discipline.”

He couldn’t wait and
opened his eyes to see Domenico tuck in his cock with a content smile. “No. I’m
up
now
,” he complained. His face was so hot Dom’s come didn’t cool down
at all, he felt it on his cheeks, mouth, chin, where it dribbled down his skin.

Domenico shook his head,
backing off like a sated lion. “Wait.”

“No!” Every inch Dom
moved away by was only igniting Seth’s arousal, but he couldn’t follow. “I
wanna come! I was good.” He wrinkled his nose and pulled at the straps holding
him to the chair. He didn’t want to wait! Waiting was overrated, and boring, and
unexciting.

Domenico shook his head
with a tiny smile. “For endangering yourself and thinking about fucking someone
else when you’re on a mission. Fifteen minutes.”

“No!” Seth couldn’t
believe it was happening to him. “I wasn’t! I only thought of you,” he babbled,
getting sweaty all over and wishing he could grab Dom’s arm. “How can you do
this? I was so fucking good to you!” Deep down he knew he was overreacting, but
his pants were pulled down and his dick was throbbing and ready for action. He
needed to make a point.

Domenico lifted his hand
and put his index finger across his lips in a silent order.

Seth could barely catch
a breath, feeling like a horny bull, trapped in a stall next to a cow in heat.
And yes, Dom was the cow in that equation. “If you want me to be silent, suck
my dick,” he demanded with another groan.

“Do you want a gag?”

“I want
you
to
gag
on my dick!” he yelled and pulled at the restraints again.

“I could gag you with
the underwear I’m wearing at the moment,” proposed Domenico.

Seth was going out of
his mind, his whole body shivering in anger. He was already 100 percent sure
orgasm denial was
not
his fetish. “No! This is beyond unfair! I wasn’t
neglectful. You set me up on purpose! It doesn’t count.”

Domenico raised his
eyebrows and calmly opened his belt, and then the trousers, letting them fall.
“It could have been anyone.”

Seth ignored his words,
taking deep, hoarse breaths. “How much time has passed? Ten minutes?”

Domenico looked at his
watch. “Two.”

“No!” Seth bowed his
head, uselessly trying to regain composure. “Fuck you. I don’t even want you
anymore. Go and piss off.” He kept clenching his hands into fists.

And Domenico did, waving
his ass goodbye in a pair of ridiculously expensive Armani briefs. Life just
wasn’t fair.

Seth sat there, so hot
his ass got sweaty on the wood and, all he could do was swear beneath his
breath. He deserved the blow job of the year award, not the fucking naughty
chair. He couldn’t even hit anything, since he was strapped to the goddamn
thing. All he could do was wait and fight the moistness building up on his
eyeballs. And of course, after god-knew-how long, but what felt like hours, he
lost his erection to anger and felt like mourning it. His balls had that sense
of loss but no-longer-wanting when the familiar footsteps were back.

“You were brooding all
this time?”

“Go away, I don’t care.”
Seth muttered, without looking up.

“No?” He saw Domenico’s
bare feet, firm legs, dusted by pitch black hair, but then, when Dom slowly
knelt down in front of him, there were toned thighs, and a soft cock.

“No. Just let me go. We
have work to do.” Seth sneered.

Domenico smiled,
touching Seth’s thighs. He leaned in and blew hot air over Seth’s crotch. Soft,
shiny hair fell down, teasing the skin.

“So unfair. We don’t
have time for this now, so let me go.” Seth inhaled deeply, not to sniff,
watching Dom lap at his cock with a groan. “You are evil. It’s like the devil
had sex with a succubus and you are their spawn.” Seth couldn’t look away
though, something hot already building up in the pit of his stomach, even more
so when Domenico’s laughter sent vibrations down his cock, which soon got
sucked into that luscious mouth. The long hair was spread all over Seth’s
thighs like liquid silk.

There was no way to
fight it, so Seth gave in to the pleasure, letting his head fall back. All the
tension in his body was still there, and when it came back, the excitement
rushing to his dick was even stronger than before. Domenico was so good at
this, dedicated, yet not subservient. In fact, Domenico was dominating in his
blowing, doing what he wanted, playing with Seth’s balls and gently tugging on
the foreskin with his teeth.

It took Seth less than
he expected to come with a muffled grunt. His muscles turned to Jell-O and for
once he was happy to be restrained, as it held him in place on the chair. He
was still in a state of bliss when he felt the straps around his ankles give,
soon followed by the harness. He opened his eyes and looked up at Dom, before
hitting his side with his still handcuffed hands.

Domenico shook his head
and went out, teasing Seth with his naked ass, complete with a set of perfect
dimples and a broad, toned back. “Don’t be a baby”.

Seth sighed and got up,
his pants falling to his ankles. “Hey… I still have handcuffs.” He huffed and
followed out of the cell, dragging his feet. He hated looking as unimpressive
as he probably did now—with pants by his ankles and spunk on his face.

“I know. Be a good boy,
and I will take them off. You need another shower.” Domenico stretched,
entering the living room. This place suited him so much better than the shabby
apartment in the attic.

Seth groaned and gently
knocked the back of his head into the wall. Dom was so fucking well made. If
there was a God, he must have taken his time with this particular specimen of
the male kind. Only slightly shorter than Seth, with pronounced muscles but
lean, with a long mane in which Seth loved to bury his face, and just enough
hair on his body to be sexy without looking like an 80s porn star. And his
shoulders, nice and wide in comparison to the narrow hips.

“I knew I shouldn’t have
let you cuff me.”

“At least Herr Schneider
had fun.” Domenico grinned and called Seth over with a gesture. “I’ll get them
off.”

“What did he say?” Seth
was suspicious but toed off his shoes, to be able to step out of his pants
before approaching Domenico, who fell onto the couch with a slight purr.

“That I have good
taste.” He winked at Seth.

That did manage to
squeeze a little smirk out of Seth, as he walked closer and carefully kneeled
over Dom’s lap to block him from walking off without taking the cuffs off
again. “Yeah, I suppose you do.”

His stomach trembled at
the fleeting caress of the rough hand on his stomach. Domenico looked at him
from beneath his thick eyelashes. “I would have chosen you even if you weren’t
a Villani.”

“Oh yeah? You would
steal me away into a life of crime?” Seth wiggled his eyebrows and lowered his
position so that he almost sat in Dom’s lap, enjoying the petting he was
getting.

“If you weren’t one of
us
?”
Domenico frowned, looking into the blank ceiling. “That wouldn’t work. I’ve
already tried.”

“Huh?” Seth cocked his
head to the side. “Why not? A nice little house husband, awaiting your return
as you live the secretive life of an assassin,” he fantasized in the voice of a
movie trailer narrator. He was surprised when the tone did nothing to lift the
small frown off Domenico’s forehead.

“Been there, done that.
He might still live in the flat I bought for him in Paris, but it couldn’t have
worked.” Dom shrugged, playing with the hair on Seth’s stomach.

“Not that I’m
complaining, but why not?” Seth leaned forward and laid his weight on top of
Dom, who embraced him in a way that made Seth feel like a blanket. Domenico’s
heart was beating so strong, an endless rhythm that could never be stopped.

“Had to lie to him all
the time, the home I was looking for wasn’t much better than the one back in
Sicily. In both places, I had to hide parts of myself.”

Seth swallowed and
gently kissed Dom’s ear. “I felt like that with Peter sometimes. But it was the
worst in the end, when family made contact and I wanted to keep him away from
it, and… yeah, it was crap.” He leaned into the touch of Domenico’s fingers on
his nape. There was a question lingering on his lips since he had seen Dom kiss
Silvio, and maybe now was the time to voice it. “What about a guy like Silvio
though? Wouldn’t he be a good choice for you? You know, does the same job and…
stuff.”

Domenico’s chest relaxed
with a low exhale as Seth stared beneath the hem of his collar, at the dark
hairs. “That would not work. I could never feel at ease with someone like him.
I know too much about how men like us are.”

“How are we?” Seth
licked his lip, and let his cheek lay against Dom’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t you
understand each other? Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

A low rumble of laughter
resonated through Domenico’s chest. “What are you talking about? You’re not
like me and Silvio at all.”

Seth’s heart sank. Of
course. He was always on the outside. “What do you mean? We’re sort of in the
same profession. Just at… uh… different job stages.”

“No. We aren’t.”
Domenico brushed his fingertips up and down Seth’s nape, and pulled him closer.
The scent of his body never failed to turn Seth into a big pile of goo. “I’m an
executioner. I am the person you will call for the dirty jobs.”

“And… you wouldn’t want
to share that with someone?” Seth whispered, soothed by the fingers and
tormented by his own thoughts at the same time.

There was a moment of
silence, but Dom eventually let out a sigh. “People like us are bound to be
alone. Better start getting used to it.”

Seth took a deep breath
and nodded, with his dirty face on a bed of Dom’s hair. It was the truth he
didn’t want to hear. After all, how long could being on a mission with Dom
last? They couldn’t risk contact back in Sicily, Dom could be called off
somewhere else. As the Don, all eyes would be on Seth, and chances of finding
someone he could be with would be zero.

Yet, when he lay there
with Dom, spent and relaxed, he couldn’t help feeling less alone than ever. “I
know. It’s back to random encounters in dark rooms. If I’m lucky.”

Domenico was silent for
the longest moment, but then, he patted Seth’s shoulder. “We need to go.”

Chapter 14

The sky was getting gray
with a herd of clouds looming above the city in a threat of downpour. They
shared a sandwich from the local bakery as Dom explained the plan to Seth,
sipping black coffee from a cardboard cup. It had gotten cold enough for them
to wear jackets. Seth wasn’t surprised that Domenico looked stunning even
dressed casual. The plan sounded easy, he was with someone experienced in what
they were about to do, but the closer they were getting to Salieri’s return,
the shakier Seth was becoming. Domenico on the other hand was leaning against
the Volkswagen Beetle as if he were resting after a hard day’s job.

Seth squeezed his hands
on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths, but the only thing that actually
got him relaxed, was seeing just how calm Domenico was. When Seth saw him like
that, all worry was gone. Someone had everything under control. Even the
clicking of Salieri’s high heels on the pavement couldn’t get him nervous
anymore.

There she was, walking
slowly in a colorful coat, an expensive looking bag open as she rummaged
through it, looking for something. Silvio was there too. In a pair of
washed-out jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie, and with a backpack hanging from his
shoulder, he could be easily mistaken for a high school student rushing back
home. He kept just enough distance from Salieri for her not to notice that
something was off about her situation.

Seth stirred when the
streetlight above the car suddenly switched on and in the side mirror, he saw
Domenico walking into the darkness of the gateway to the building Salieri lived
in. It was dead quiet. He had thought it would feel like being in a movie:
exciting, the taste of revenge on his tongue, but all he could feel in the
darkness was fear. Every sound and sight was visceral, and as real as the hairs
bristling on his arms. A dog barking in the nearby park, a light turning on in
one of the windows, and the neverending clickety-clack of the stilettos, like a
stampeding horse about to fall down the cliff.

Salieri kept looking
into the sky, marching as fast as she could in her tall heels. Her coat floated
with the gentle wind when she made the turn into the building and disappeared
from sight. Seth could imagine Dom’s arms holding her in place as the sleeping
shot did its job. A part of him couldn’t help feeling sorry for her, but then
again, if you play with fire, you get burnt. He listened in through the
half-open window, ready to act if something went wrong, but he wasn’t sure what
exactly he would do.

His mouth fell open when
two silhouettes exited, one tall and masculine, the other petite, stumbling as
if she were drunk. It took him a whole two seconds to acknowledge that Salieri
wasn’t wobbling. Domenico was dragging her limp body in a way that suggested he
was just helping her into the car. Silvio walked past them, unbothered, but
Seth didn’t miss the small nod of acknowledgement he gave to Dom before walking
off without a word. As hot as his ass was, Seth knew there were more important
things to do.

He got out of the car,
trying not to move too hastily, and opened the door to the backseat for
Domenico. His blood was pounding so fast he could barely hear through the
throbbing in his ears. Every detail around them was setting him on edge. A car
driving by in the distance. Someone smashing a bottle and swearing loudly.

“Thanks,” said Domenico
as if he were dragging a box of wine, not an unconscious woman. He pushed her
inside and spent some time arranging her body in the backseat. With the seat
belt in place, a travel pillow at her nape, and her bag at her side, Salieri
looked convincingly asleep. Seth shook his head in amazement but didn’t waste
time and got back behind the steering wheel.

“Everything went
smoothly?” he rasped and started the engine. It felt surreal. Domenico made the
whole ordeal seem like a piece of cake. Kidnapping Vera Salieri was for him
like making espresso for a barista. It took skill and experience, but was
simple when you knew what to do.

“As expected. She’s a
cog, not a professional.” Domenico slid into the passenger seat and lit a
cigarette right away.

“Give me one.” Seth made
sure he drove like a senior citizen, breaking no rules whatsoever. At least
their new flat wasn’t that far away. “Will we just hold her?”

Domenico put a second
cigarette into his mouth and lit it, popping it between Seth’s lips as soon as
he was done. “Unless we get different orders.”

Seth took a huge gulp of
smoke, but it didn’t calm him down. “What if we get…
bad
orders?”

Dom leaned back in the
seat. “What do you mean by ‘bad’?”

“I mean… the kind of
orders you,”
I
, “wouldn’t want to follow…”

Domenico chuckled,
digging his teeth into his bottom lip. “Orders are orders. I do what I’m told
to.”

“What if it’s something
horrible?” Seth whispered, looking at Salieri’s face in the rearview mirror and
breathing in even more smoke.

“I wouldn’t rape her,
but then again, no one would ask me to do that.”

Seth clenched his teeth
on the cigarette butt, annoyed that his hands were trembling on the steering
wheel.
Fuck, Seth, get your act together
. “Y-yeah,” he uttered weakly.

“Why are you so worried?
She ratted you out.” Domenico opened the window and shook off the ash outside.

“I don’t know. I just
wish all of this could go away.” He wouldn’t dare look at Dom.

They didn’t talk until
Seth parked the car by the entrance to their apartment building. It was well
kept, but squarish and gray, probably built back when this part of town was
still a district of East Berlin. Domenico didn’t wait and exited the car,
rushing to get Salieri inside. They couldn’t risk anyone noticing her. Domenico
had made sure there were no surveillance cameras around before he rented the
place.

Seth made sure he parked
in the best way possible. He found it ironic that he was such a law abiding
driver as a criminal and such a reckless one when he tried to live a normal
life. He followed Dom, who was already taking Salieri upstairs, and the memory
of being abducted throbbed in the place where he used to have a finger. There
was nothing fun about being in Berlin anymore.

“Seth, open the door,”
asked Domenico quietly, but his voice still carried all over the ugly
staircase.

Seth rushed up to pass
him and opened the door to their apartment, which didn’t seem all that cozy all
of a sudden. Pleasantries were over as soon as Domenico entered, dragging
Salieri into the cell, and dropped her like a sack of potatoes. Frozen in
place, Seth watched her being fastened to the very chair Domenico had fucked
him in a few hours ago.

Seth stood in the middle
of the living room and watched through the open door, unable to find a place
for himself. Every piece of furniture had sharp edges, not a single dark corner
or an inviting cushion. Seth knew Salieri deserved what was coming, that she
was the cause of his misery, yet he couldn’t shake off feeling sorry for her.
It looked like their landlord’s lessons paid off because Dom restrained her to
the chair in no time. Though Seth suspected Dom didn’t need advice in that
area.

Dom was back as soon as
he locked the cell, happy as ever. “We need to celebrate. How about ordering
something for dinner?” Dom proposed, pulling off his denim jacket.

“I don’t think I’m
hungry, but go ahead.” Seth’s stomach was clenched into a tight ball since the
moment they parked in front of Salieri’s house.

Domenico blinked at him
but didn’t say a thing and walked off to the other room. Seth dropped to the
couch, completely exhausted. The place was so much better than their dirty
attic studio without a shower, but he couldn’t calm down, imagining their
prisoner screaming in the cell. No one would hear her through the insolated
walls. He took off his leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair.

The grumble he heard
from the door was enough to knot his insides.

“My favorite pizzeria
doesn’t deliver here.” Domenico was frowning like an obnoxious kid.

Seth took a deep breath.
He thought Salieri was playing with fire?
He
was sleeping with Domenico
Acerbi, sitting by the fireplace, where it was nice and warm, but soon enough
he would freaking
burn
. It was bound to happen. “Order from another one
then! Jeez.”

Domenico sighed, but
paced through the living room, stretching his body enough for the back of his
shirt to come up. “Maybe later. I need some rest.”

“Should I keep watch
first?” Seth looked to the sturdy door of the cell.

Dom dropped into the
chair, frowning at him. “Why? It’s not like she can push the door open.”

“Uhm… I don’t know… Are
you sure it’s safe not to keep watch?” Seth looked to the glass coffee table,
which was so clean it seemed sterile.

“Relax.” Domenico
stretched his upper body and slid lower in the chair. “That door can’t be
opened without the key or a professional who has the equipment to cut through
steel.”

Seth nodded, playing
with the signet on his ring finger and couldn’t help but notice the strange
emptiness next to it. What if tomorrow they got an order to cut off
her
finger? What was he supposed to do? Learning to shoot was one thing, but this?

“What is it?” came from
the semidarkness. They really needed to switch on the light because he was
freaking out.

“I-I’m fine, I suppose.”
He shrugged and got up from the couch. Nothing was fine. He was completely out
of his depth.

“Getting hungry after
all?”

“Nah, I’ll go take a
shower. I can’t get enough of actually being able to wash properly.” Seth
rubbed his forehead and walked off to the bedroom. Some alone time would do him
good, because his hands were trembling again.

Everything was so fresh
in this house. The bedroom had a soft carpet and a grand, king-size bed with
fresh linen. Seth left his clothes there before going into the spacious
bathroom, decorated in sandy colors. None of the luxuries helped him cool down
though. He needed to think things through. Seth always considered himself a
tough guy, but it was laughable when he compared himself to Domenico. The guy
was a machine. How was Seth ever supposed to be the future Don, when he
couldn’t handle something as simple as a kidnapping?

He turned on the water
and leaned against the wall when a soft creak made his body turn into ice. But it
was only Domenico, naked, with his hair down. He didn’t look all that
frightening this way.

“What’s up?” Seth asked,
trying to sound casual.

Dom shrugged and stepped
closer to the rectangular, elongated shower stall without a door. “You seem
uneasy.”

“I’m just… I don’t
know.” Seth rubbed the sides of his head, watching Domenico enter the stall and
walk up to him.

“I think you need
someone to console you,” he said, entering the spray of water, which
immediately flattened his hair.

“I suppose I’m a bit nervous.”
Seth sighed. Hundreds of droplets were appearing on Domenico’s face, only to
dribble south as he gently pushed Seth into the wall for a slow kiss. Even now,
his mouth tasted of tobacco. And there Seth was, back in the eye of the
cyclone. He melted into the kiss, closing his eyes and feeling as safe as
nowhere else. He wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck and for once, the closeness
wasn’t about sex. The warm body in his arms was rock solid, yet somehow soft
and smooth. Gentle hands went up and down his back, loosening all the cramps.

“What it is?” whispered
Domenico against the skin of Seth’s shoulder, shivering at the pleasure of warm
droplets running over his body.

“I just don’t know if
this is going in the right direction,” Seth answered just as quietly, hugging
Dom tight. “What if someone finds out she’s here? Or if she doesn’t talk? I
don’t know what will happen…”

“Are you scared?”

The question was so
blunt yet didn’t sound like mocking. “N-no… I- It’s not that.” Partially it
was.

“What is it then?”
Domenico leaned back to look into his face, placing both of his hands on Seth’s
shoulders. He kept squinting to protect his eyes from the water, but it didn’t
make him look any less serious.

Seth rubbed the water
off his face. “I’m lost in all of this. I have no control.”

Domenico’s hands slid to
Seth’s chest, for a moment pushing his attention to the contrast in the color
of their skin. Dom’s cool, light olive complexion against Seth’s slightly
darker, warmer hue. Somehow, thinking about such details made him feel even
closer to the man in front of him. He slid his hands to the ones on his chest
and finally looked back up into Dom’s eyes. Silence stretched but never became
uncomfortable as they gazed at each other in the steam. When Domenico eventually
broke the silence, it was a shock to Seth’s senses, somehow too loud, too crisp
in the blur of their steamed up interaction.

“It’ll be all right.”

All Seth managed was a
whisper. “Do you promise?”

“Yeah.” Domenico started
scooting down, but held on to Seth’s hands, urging him to do the same. Seth
followed without question. This was exactly the assurance he needed, even if it
was just a lie.