The occupant of the bed didn’t even stir. Sebastian was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, his lips a little slack as he snored softly. The sight spiked a fresh surge of restlessness and anger.
Vlad’s gaze traveled from the wavy raven hair, down the curve of Sebastian’s bare back, to the twin dimples above the generous swell of Sebastian’s ass clad in pajama bottoms. For a model, the guy really had a huge fucking ass.
“Keep your stupid cat in your own room.”
Sebastian didn’t stir, just mumbled something sleepily.
“Wake up.” Vlad put his fingers around a slim ankle and squeezed. Hard.
No reaction.
He looked at Sebastian’s ass. His hand twitched. No, smacking it would be too gay.
Vlad moved his gaze to the cat in his hand, contemplative. The ugly thing looked back.
Vlad smiled and threw it on top of Sebastian’s hair. The cat yowled.
“What the…?” Sebastian grunted, rolling onto his back and rubbing at his eyes. He cradled the spooked animal to his bare chest and glared sleepily at Vlad. “Do you have to be an asshole to innocent animals, too?”
“That innocent animal pissed on my bed.”
Sebastian patted his cat on the head, smiling. “Bad girl, Hermione. You should have pissed on his dumb face.”
Vlad snorted. “Hermione? I thought you couldn’t get lamer. What grown man names his cat after a children’s book character?”
Sebastian smiled, very sweetly. “Oh, you’re a fan, too! What’s your favorite Harry Potter pick-up line?”
Vlad gave him a flat look. Did this guy think he was funny?
“This must be the room of requirement, because you’re exactly what I need,” Sebastian said, looking stupidly pleased with himself. “Wait, I know more. Let me think…”
“Please don’t,” Vlad said. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Sebastian didn’t seem fazed. His gaze grew heavy-lidded as he leaned back against the pillows and murmured, looking at Vlad, “I must be under the Imperius curse, because I’d love to do anything for you.”
“That was terrible,” Vlad said, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
“Was it? I’ve got a different one.” Sebastian’s dark eyes lingered on Vlad’s arms. “I can be your house elf,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you need, and I don’t need any clothes, Master.”
“You’re hilarious,” Vlad ground out. “Not.”
As though not having heard him, Sebastian let his gaze travel down Vlad’s chest to his crotch clad in black boxers. “I’d even let your basilisk into my chamber of secrets,” he said, licking his lips obscenely and smirking. “Is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?”
Vlad wanted to strangle him. “You’re a child. An overgrown, ridiculous child.”
“That’s a bit disturbing, mate,” Sebastian said. “I hope you don’t get a boner around actual children.”
“It’s called morning wood,” Vlad gritted out, feeling his neck heat up. He stood tall, refusing to cover his dick, because it was just morning wood. It had nothing to do with the half-naked man sprawled on the bed and his stupid innuendos. Vlad tried to imagine the most disgusting things he could and finally felt his cock soften.
Sebastian yawned, raking his hand through his bed-hair. “Whatever you say, big guy. It’s not like you ever had a boner around me before.” He blinked, all doe-eyed and innocent. “Oh, wait.”
Vlad’s fists clenched. “Yesterday was a fluke. I’m not a—”
“Homo,” Sebastian finished amiably. “I know, I know. You’re a very straight man who just happens to sometimes put his body parts in my mouth.” He nodded so solemnly it was nearly impossible to tell that he was taking the piss. “I don’t blame you. I’ve been told I have a very attractive mouth. Its prettiness must have confused your poor little brain and tricked you into thinking it was a woman’s. Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us.”
Vlad snorted. “Sarcasm is a sign of insecurity. Also, your mouth isn’t all that pretty. It’s too wide and weird. Reminds me of a frog’s.”
He suppressed a smile when Sebastian’s expression turned outraged.
“Come here,” Sebastian said, sitting up.
Vlad looked at him warily. “What for?”
“Come here,” Sebastian repeated. “Unless you’re afraid?” He raised a haughty eyebrow, looking annoyingly superior and mocking.
Vlad heaved a sigh and stepped closer. “Now what?” he said, looking contemptuously at all the pale skin and dark locks. The guy reminded him of Snow White—if Show White were six feet tall and male.
“I dare you kiss me,” Sebastian said.
Vlad tensed. “No thanks.”
Sebastian smiled serenely. “Why not? Are you afraid to kiss my weird frog-like lips?”
Vlad couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to consciously restrain himself from shutting someone up. God, he wanted to fuck that little shit up, but he had a feeling that touching Sebastian would be...unadvisable.
“Well?” Sebastian said, looking at him challengingly.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you,” Vlad said.
Sebastian snorted. “I knew he’d say that, Hermione,” he told the cat.
The stupid cat meowed, as though agreeing.
Vlad gritted his teeth. His arm shot out, grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked the other man up. Sebastian grunted in pain, looking at him wide-eyed. Once again, the confident, sassy facade faded away, revealing something that seemed an awful lot like fear.
It made Vlad pause, but his grip on Sebastian’s hair didn’t loosen. “Cut the crap,” he said quietly, looking Sebastian in the eye. His free hand twitched with the need to touch that flawless skin, to bruise it. He balled it into a fist by his side. “You really don’t want to provoke me,” he said testily. “You wouldn’t like what I’d do to your pretty skin, Snow White.”
Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said. “I won’t let you bully me.” He lowered his dark eyelashes. “Fine, don’t kiss me. I knew you were a coward. All bullies are. Men like you always resort to physical intimidation when they feel wrong-footed and stupid.”
Vlad sighed irritably. “Fine.” He leaned in and stopped, looking at Sebastian’s lips. They looked very red and very soft. No way the guy wasn’t using something for his lips. No fucking way.
The lips smirked.
“Are you chickening out?” Sebastian said.
“What are you, twelve? No, I’m not chickening out.” He took a deep breath and pressed his lips against the other man’s. He pulled back quickly. “Happy now?” he said. “This does nothing for me.”
Sebastian raised his brows. “You call that a kiss? No wonder your girlfriend cheated on you.”
“Weak,” Vlad said, letting go of Sebastian’s hair and stepping away. “Now stop fucking provoking me. It isn’t going to work. If you’re that desperate for a fuck, stick to gay men. I’m sure you wouldn’t be as repulsive to them as you are to me.”
He watched Sebastian’s expression darken with fury and humiliation.
“You know what? I will,” Sebastian said. “Get out of my room.”
Vlad did, letting the door slam shut behind him.
He stood in the corridor for a moment, willing his body to relax.
“What?” he snapped when he noticed Luke watching him from the end of the corridor.
Luke’s brows drew together as he warily eyed Vlad’s clenched fists and furious expression. “Not sure I want a bodyguard that doesn’t make me feel safe around him.”
“Go ahead, fire me,” Vlad growled before stalking into his room.
He slammed this door shut, too, before sagging against it and pressing the heel of his hand against his erection. Fuck.
Chapter 9
Vlad half-expected Sebastian to sulk in his room for the rest of the day.
He was wrong.
Sebastian emerged out of his room by
evening, dressed to the nines in a black sheer shirt and black jeans that were so tight they looked painted on his long legs. Vlad had to drag his eyes away from his thighs, scowling. The guy’s thighs were more shapely than most women’s.
“I’m going out,” Sebastian announced to the room at large, ignoring Vlad completely.
Luke, who was lounging on the couch in front of the TV, frowned. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”
Sebastian shrugged. “I’m not going to hide forever and put my life on hold because of those pricks. I’m going out.”
“At least take Vlad with you,” Luke said.
Entirely unamused, Vlad said, “I’m your bodyguard, not his.”
Sebastian didn’t look his way. “You know what? It’s a great idea,” he told Luke. “Thanks!”
“My job is your safety,” Vlad said, glaring at Luke. “Not babysitting the strays you pick up.”
“Don’t mention it,” Luke said, smiling and winking at Sebastian. They both pretended to not have heard Vlad. Little shits.
“I’m not going,” Vlad said.
“You are,” Luke said. “You know I’m perfectly safe here, so go with Seb—”
“You can’t order me to go.”
“I can, actually,” Luke said, yawning. “While Roman is out of the country, I’m the one giving you your orders. And I’m ordering you to go with Sebastian and make sure he doesn’t get hurt while he’s out.”
Vlad wasn’t sure which of them he hated more at the moment.
He stood up and went to his room.
A few moments later, he returned, putting his gun in his holster and shrugging into a dark jacket. He said nothing to the two men, but his stony face must have said it all because they both looked uncertain.
Sebastian eyed him warily before squaring his shoulders and heading out of the flat. Vlad followed him silently, glowering at his nape. His eyes dropped to Sebastian’s ass. He wondered how the guy even got into those jeans. His ass really was fucking huge. And the way Sebastian walked, swaying his hips just so, was clearly designed to attract attention to his ass and plump thighs. Vlad was pretty sure the little shit wasn’t wearing underwear.
The twenty-minute drive passed in stony silence. If the cab driver noticed the tension, he didn’t say anything.
Once they arrived, Vlad silently followed the model inside the club, trailing some distance behind him.
The club was packed. Sebastian was immediately swept away by the current of people, and Vlad was pretty sure he lost Vlad from his sight. Vlad didn’t, of course. He leaned against the wall and watched him from afar, slipping into the mindset of a bodyguard: detached, but watchful and alert.
Sebastian drank some colorful beverage at the bar before moving to the dance floor. It didn’t take him long to attract attention. Before long, he was swaying his hips to the rhythmic music, his eyes closed and head thrown back on another man’s shoulder. Male hands touched his hips as their owner ground his crotch against Sebastian’s ass.
Vlad watched the display with growing distaste. It wasn’t even a gay club, for fuck’s sake. How did that man know that it was okay to dance that way with a total stranger? That he wouldn’t get punched in the face for grinding against another man? It wasn’t like Sebastian looked like a twink or something.
Maybe it was because he looked like a fucking slag. Vlad’s eyes roamed over Sebastian’s sheer shirt with contempt before settling once again on the hands holding Sebastian’s hips. Disgusting.
He glared at the guy’s hands, but instead of disappearing under the force of his gaze, they slipped under the sheer shirt to grope Sebastian’s pale tummy.
Realizing his body had gone rigid, Vlad tried to relax but couldn’t quite manage it. He watched the guy knead Sebastian’s stomach, his hand slipping up to stroke his nipples. Sebastian’s lips parted. The slut was clearly enjoying himself—enjoying having his chest groped by a total stranger in public. Vlad lifted his eyes to Sebastian’s and found him already looking at him through sultry, heavy-lidded eyes. Sebastian smiled at Vlad and bared his neck to the other guy, letting him kiss his neck while the guy’s hands stroked his nipples. Vlad didn’t need to hear to know that Sebastian was moaning, grinding back against the other man.
“Slut,” Vlad mouthed.
Sebastian, who never looked away from him, smiled wider, his eyes slipping shut as the other man cupped the bulge under Sebastian’s jeans.
Vlad didn’t realize he was moving until he found himself halfway to the pair.
Before he could think twice, he was yanking Sebastian out of the man’s arms.
“What the fuck, mate?” the guy yelled over the music.
Vlad ignored him. “You done?” he growled into Sebastian’s ear.
“Done what?” Sebastian said. “Let go of my arm.”
“Proving to me that other men want you. This is fucking pathetic.”
Sebastian scowled at him. “Get your head out of your ass, you self-centered prick. I’m not proving anything to you. I’m here to get laid. Now let go of my arm and kindly fuck off.”
Vlad glared at him.
Sebastian glared back, his neck covered in marks that made Vlad’s fists clench. Slut, slut, slut, beat in his ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so mad, for no good reason.
“Get lost, mate,” the other guy said, trying to pull Sebastian back to him. He failed, of course. Vlad pulled Sebastian closer, fingers digging into Sebastian’s side under the shirt.
“Is he your boyfriend or something?” the guy said, scowling at Vlad’s arm around Sebastian’s waist.
“Yes,” Vlad lied, just to get rid of the annoying fucker.
“No!” Sebastian said. “He’s no one!”
The man shot him a skeptical look. “Sorry, I’m here to have fun, not to get involved with whatever the fuck this is.” And he disappeared into the crowd.
“Urgh,” Sebastian said, glowering at him, before dragging Vlad off the dance floor. His jaw set, he pulled Vlad toward the nearest unoccupied restroom, yanked Vlad inside and locked the door. Then he turned around and punched Vlad in the gut. It was clumsy and inexperienced, but it took Vlad by surprise.
“Care to explain yourself?” Sebastian growled. “What did you do that for?”
Vlad crossed his arms over his chest. “Because you looked desperate and pathetic.”
“I didn’t.” Sebastian lifted his chin and pursed his lips. “But even if I did, what is it to you? Why are you behaving like—like some old-fashioned father protecting the virtue of his little girl?”
Vlad opened his mouth and closed it.
The truth was, he had no reasonable explanation for his behavior. He just knew that watching Sebastian being groped by that man disgusted him. Hell, he still felt disgusted as he looked at the red love bites on Sebastian’s pale neck.
“You two were fucking gross,” Vlad said. “Grinding like perverts.”
Sebastian lifted his fist, clenching and unclenching it. “I swear to God, I’ve never been so tempted to become violent until I met you.”
Vlad snorted. “Sorry, buddy. I’m a poor choice to become violent with.”
A muscle started working in Sebastian’s cheek. “So sure I can’t hurt you?”
“You can’t,” Vlad said. He wasn’t at all smug; it was just a statement of the fact.
But apparently Sebastian took it as smugness, because he made a frustrated, angry noise and swung his fist toward Vlad’s jaw.
Vlad caught it and shoved him against the door easily. Catching Sebastian’s other flailing wrist, he pinned them together above their heads.
“Fuck you!” Sebastian growled, bucking and all but hissing like a feral cat. “I hate you, hate you, hate you—”
Vlad slammed his mouth onto Sebastian’s neck, teeth sinking and lips sucking over the red mark there.
Sebastian made a startled noise before it turned into a long moan.
Fuck, his skin felt amazing and the way he smelled
…Vlad needed to bite him there, needed to fuck that pale neck up, needed to replace the marks with his. That need pulsed through his body, making his head spin, and he sucked harder, hard and fast, and he needed—he needed—he—
He ground his hips against Sebastian’s and heard a groan—he wasn’t sure whose, but soon it didn’t matter, because they were rutting like fucking animals, like horny teenagers, low inhuman noises leaving their mouths as they rubbed their clothed cocks together. It wasn’t enough.
Vlad fumbled between their bodies with his free hand, making a growl of frustration when Sebastian’s stupid jeans refused to be pulled down. Finally, he yanked them down, making Sebastian yelp.
“Hurts, you asshole!”
“If you weren’t wearing slutty jeans two sizes too small, it wouldn’t have,” Vlad shot back, before shoving Sebastian to face the wall. He latched onto the soft, delicious-smelling skin at Sebastian’s nape and fumbled with his own zipper.
They both groaned when Vlad pushed his leaking cock against Sebastian’s crack. Vlad looked down, watching in fascination the perfect globes of Sebastian’s ass. His red cock looked obscene and filthy against it.
“You aren’t fucking me dry,” Sebastian said hoarsely.
Fucking him?
The mere thought jolted through Vlad’s body, clearing some of the lust-induced fog from his brain.
What the hell was he doing?
“Here,” Sebastian said, pulling something out of his pocket. Only when Vlad noticed that Sebastian’s hands were free, he realized where his own were. They were gripping Sebastian’s hips, thumbs kneading his silky-soft, lush buttocks greedily.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” Sebastian said, his voice strained. “If you aren’t, I’ll go get another man to do it. Someone who knows what he’s doing.”
Over his dead body.
Vlad grabbed the condom and packet of lube from Sebastian’s hand. “For the record,” he said, hissing a little as he rolled the condom on and slicked up his aching cock. “This doesn’t make me a faggot.”
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