Seth squinted at him, his body language reminding Dom of a bull about to charge. “You told me to open it,” he said through his teeth.
Domenico pressed his eyes tightly shut and rested his forehead against the metal wall. “I know. I know. You’re right. It was my fucking decision. Maybe someone should challenge me once in a while.” Domenico wasn’t certain he really wanted that, but he was not omniscient. It was just so damn hard to look past his own convictions sometimes.
“I’ll remember that for next time,” Seth said with a grim expression that hadn’t left his face since they boarded the boat. And yet he’d been there every step of the way, doing as he was asked to, and being proficient at it.
“A beautiful gift for Raul from his son,” the mercenary said from his bloodied spot on the floor.
And if this shit wasn’t bad enough, all too reminiscent of the events back in Louisiana, Mark walked in, pushing past Miguel with a wide smile. “All done!” he said, breathing heavily from the effort of working in the damp heat, but his eyes went wide as soon as he noticed the girl. He looked like someone punched him in the gut.
Domenico slammed his forehead against the wall. “Yes, this is a kidnapped woman. Can we all move on from that now that so much is clear?”
Miguel exhaled loudly and watched the open trunk in silence, a deep frown marring his forehead.
“We… can’t take her there, right?” Mark whispered, his smile gone, like the bodies that had disappeared in the caiman-infested water minutes ago.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be up and awake in a few hours,” their prisoner mumbled from the floor, and Dom could swear the fucker sounded smug without even having to look at him.
“Dom?” Seth’s eyebrows rose, and everyone stood there, waiting for Dom to make his decision. Of course, no one wanted any responsibility on their shoulders when shit actually went down.
Domenico gestured at the thug. “Miguel, would you do the honors and end his miserable fucking life? This fucker does this for a living,” he said, gesturing at the well-used trunk.
At least the mercenary shut up then, but Seth pushed away from the wall, still holding the knife Dom passed him to open the box. “I’ll do it.”
The words rang in the air, taking everyone by surprise, even if Seth himself hadn’t noticed the weight of attention. Domenico swallowed hard, and his gaze trailed over the veiny forearm, all the way to the thick fingers tightly clasped around the heavy handle of the knife. It was clear enough that Seth was not a naturally born killer. He disliked excessive violence and usually preferred to turn a blind eye to Domenico’s more ruthless actions, so seeing him so ready to take a life left a sour taste in Domenico’s mouth. But then again, who was he to stop Seth? This was the life they chose, and it seemed only fair that Seth wanted to get more accustomed to it, become more useful as they fight for their way back home.
He nodded. “Don’t make too much of a mess.”
Mark wouldn’t stop staring at the goddamn girl, and Miguel said nothing, which even for him was pretty fucking unusual. Domenico didn’t like the chaos in his usually sharp mind at all. He watched Seth scoot down with the knife and grab the man by the hair. He still remembered how Seth refused to kill the girl in Berlin, or how affected he’d been by Angelo’s death, how Domenico himself washed the blood off Seth’s arms and promised Seth he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty ever again. And yet Seth already has been pulled into violence many times over since then, and never mentioned the broken promise. Was there any way around it though when Seth was the one to volunteer?
Seth didn’t need any guidance. With his strength, shoving the knife through the man’s temple wasn’t a physical challenge, and the angle at which he pushed it in, was one Domenico taught him himself.
Domenico sighed, not sure whether he enjoyed the view or not. As invigorating as it always was to see Seth in action, getting shit done, it felt as if something crumbled at the back of Dom’s mind, something he wasn’t sure he wanted gone.
“I’ll take care of him,” Miguel said, pushing into the cabin eventually. It seemed like he did not want to participate in any decision-making regarding the girl, and maybe it was better this way. Dom would have to take the responsibility and decide one way or another.
Seth got up, clenching the bloodied knife in his hand and breathing heavily as he watched Miguel drag out the corpse.
Mark sucked his lips into his mouth and ran his fingers through his hair. “What do we do?” No more stupid jokes were spilling out of his mouth, so that was progress.
Domenico pulled up a chair from the floor and sat on it, staring at the lifeless face in the trunk. The girl had perfect skin and hair so bright it seemed translucent. So pretty it was surreal, she seemed like a life-sized porcelain doll.
He played around with his lighter, buried in less-than-pleasant thoughts. Weren’t there enough whores to be gifted to Raul Moreno that someone actually felt the need to kidnap a girl for the same purpose? Was it a question of novelty? He scowled and pushed his hair back, weighing the odds in his mind.
“Who do you think she is?” Mark uttered and stepped into the cabin, closer to the trunk.
That was the last question they should be asking themselves right now. Making her seem more of a person did not help with deciding what to do about her. Particularly when their plan had gone smoothly, all things considered. They’d overtaken the boat and the cargo and got rid of the mercenaries.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said eventually and pointed his gaze at Mark. As difficult as this would be, Mark needed to learn to follow all kinds of orders. “Close the trunk.”
Domenico could hear the ‘but’ at the tip of Mark’s tongue. He saw it in the big brown eyes, yet Mark didn’t say anything, and despite his moves being stiff, he walked up to the box and locked it.
Seth shoved the knife into a tiny sink so hard it rattled in there, and he turned his back on Dom and Mark, resting his weight against the counter.
Domenico licked his lips. “Raul Moreno himself is only set to arrive next month. No one’s gonna touch her before that. It’s gonna be fine,” he said, although he had no guarantee that would be the case. Then again, why else would you ship a particular young girl this way? This ought to be about her virginity or another special, rare attribute for Moreno’s son to go through all this trouble instead of hiring an escort. Was she possibly some important person’s daughter?
Mark nodded, but wouldn’t look into Domenico’s eyes. “Do you want me to do anything else?”
“No. Leave us,” Domenico said, slowly getting to his feet. Life dealt him a hand of cards he hasn’t expected, and time was vital in finding out how to play the game with them.
He didn’t miss the way Mark took another glance at the trunk before leaving Domenico and Seth with a silence that weighed a ton. Seth wouldn’t have it though, and got some water running to wash the knife. His back was tense under the tight T-shirt that exposed all the muscle of his arms.
Domenico approached him slowly until one of his hands rested between Seth’s shoulder-blades. He exhaled and put his face just above it, smelling the dampness under the fabric. “You did well.”
“Thanks. Everyone did. I guess we’re one step closer to our goal.” Seth didn’t flinch away, he didn’t avoid the touch, and yet his voice was somehow muted, bleached of color.
Domenico exhaled and forcefully spun him around. The edge of the blade Seth was still holding pressed against his stomach through the thin T-shirt, but he wouldn’t look away from the dark wells of Seth’s eyes. “We are. Soon, we will be on the inside. Inching closer to ripping that bastard’s cock off,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against Seth’s.
Seth was quick to drop the knife back into the sink, but wrapped his other arm around Domenico’s waist. “Raul Moreno’s or Toro’s? Or Tropico’s? One day, we will find Tropico, won’t we? And then he’ll pay for siccing his hounds on us.”
Domenico nodded and pulled closed, squeezing his ha
nds on Seth’s hips. Even with the background scent of blood he could sense the aroma of Seth’s adrenaline, of his fear and arousal. “We’ll have them all.”
“You’re such a greedy bastard.” Seth sighed against Dom’s ear, but he didn’t sound displeased. Bit by bit, Domenico was getting him back. “You couldn’t settle for a comfy home in Mexico, could you?”
Domenico exhaled and rolled his hips forward, rubbing his groin against the front of Seth’s pants. “I’m not a rat. Not gonna let someone keep me away from my home forever. And there’s only one home for us,” he said, meeting Seth’s gaze.
Seth pushed Dom’s baseball cap off, and it dropped to the floor with a dull sound that made Domenico feel more like himself again. “It seems like the final destination, doesn’t it?” His eyes were so full of understanding, Domenico could melt into Seth with no qualms.
He smiled and slowly moved his hands up Seth’s chest, rubbing against his strong muscles through the shirt. He loved how effective closeness and sex were at making Seth feel at ease again. The light was slowly coming back to his eyes, and the wall that seemed to have grown between them minutes ago was crumbling with every touch.
“Yes. We will be back. You and me.”
Seth’s hands sliding to Dom’s ass made a shiver run down his spine.
“I used to think that we’d be on the run all our lives. That we’d start anew somewhere peaceful, I’d run a bakery, and you’d deal in antiques, but it’s not gonna happen, is it? After the deal with Santo, the spark of hope is there, and now I’m thinking we could really go back and light a fire under the whole thing. You could.”
Domenico pulled his teeth over Seth’s lip, slowly pushing back against Seth’s palms. Heat rushed up his body, turning into a collar around his throat and drawing his lips to Seth’s. Dom didn’t know Seth had so much of a poet in him, but he was right. They would be back home. They would settle down somewhere, and if Domenico’s mother learned to accept that he would not give her a daughter-in-law, maybe they could become like any other family. “And you’re not allowed to get off this train before that final stop.”
Seth nodded, kneading Dom’s ass in a most distracting way. “I promised you the good times, and the bad. I will be right behind you,” he said, with his eyes expressing how sincere he was. But then a playful smirk slipped onto his lips, and he squeezed Dom’s ass with more urgency. “I really love being behind you.”
Domenico chuckled, and his eyes darted to the nearest windows. They were heavily tinted, and he knew that as long as they didn’t switch on any lights they would remain invisible to Miguel and Mark. “Really?” he whispered, pushing his hand up Seth’s neck, all the way to his jaw. He’d reel Seth right back in from any emotional stupor. As long as they connected this way, Domenico knew he would always be able to reach into Seth’s soul and pull out whatever he needed.
Seth nodded and leaned in for a kiss. “Yeah, I don’t know when we will be able to do this again… I need to feel you.” He slid one of his hands into Dom’s jeans, pushing his hips against Dom, as if to show off his growing erection.
Domenico groaned and nibbled on Seth’s chin, stroking it with his tongue while he held the flesh with his teeth. He slid his hands down Seth’s body and quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing in his fingers as soon as the pants were open. “With this?” he asked, fondling Seth’s dick almost roughly, to get him going faster.
Seth’s breath quickened, and the talk of forced celibacy only made him seem more urgent in the way he touched Dom. “Yes. And get rid of the stupid T-shirt. Doesn’t suit you. You’ve got a white one somewhere in our bags, right?”
Domenico gave a quiet laugh, tugging on Seth’s cock with a flip of his wrist before pulling his hand away. So close to Seth, he could feel the adrenaline radiating off his husband’s strong body. He started pulling up the dumb T-shirt without ever looking away from Seth’s intense eyes. “You want me to put it on now?”
Seth growled and grabbed Domenico by the arm, only to turn him around, still tangled in the garment. With his crotch suddenly pressed against the sink, Domenico had to bite his lip from the pain-pleasure sensation of it. He’d never let anyone else treat him this way in sex.
Seth rubbed his face against Dom’s nape, hugging him tightly and grinding his cock against Dom’s ass through the jeans. “Later. All I want to do is fuck you now.” He punctuated the words with a lick to Dom’s neck, and he slid his hands under the T-shirt at the front of Dom’s body, running his fingers over the coarse short hairs on Dom’s chest, sending shivers down Dom’s spine. Seth was always so greedy in his touch, so insatiable. A perfect match to Dom’s own libido.
Domenico finally ripped off the top and grabbed Seth’s hand, guiding it over his chest and then lower, so low that the heat pooling in his hips was quickly becoming unbearable. It was as if he didn’t have enough space in his lungs to breathe in, but he still pushed back, rolling his ass against Seth’s open pants.
Seth pushed his nose into Dom’s hair with a deep sigh. “You smell so much better than this fucking boat, and the river. When I close my eyes I only see you,” he murmured as he opened Dom’s jeans. His wet T-shirt was hot between them and made Domenico imagine how it stuck to every hair on Seth’s chest, and how the water dripped down into Seth’s pants, all the way to his cock.
Domenico kept his groan quiet, but with the movement he could see through the tinted windows, he was eager to have Seth get to the point fast. Neither Mark nor Miguel would barge in here uninvited, but their proximity was oddly exciting, despite being a threat, and he helped Seth push down his underwear. “You smell so fucking delicious I just want to lick up all your sweat.”
“You don’t want that. Mark got me wet,” Seth said, but his fingers were already rubbing between Dom’s buttocks, not preparing him with lube yet but already providing a taste of what would come very soon. “You… do have lube, right? Mine’s in the luggage,” he groaned, and the way his stiff dick slid down the curve of Domenico’s buttocks made it excruciatingly hard to focus. It was so fucking stiff, yet plump and perfect. Too bad Dom didn’t have time to suck it first.
The cock was so hot it could incinerate Domenico from the inside, and Dom wanted just that. Soon. The pressure of fingers against his anus wasn’t enough anymore, and he couldn’t help but push back hard enough to get Seth’s fingertip inside him. The friction made him squeeze his buttocks in pleasure, but Seth was right. If this was going to work, they needed lube. And he didn’t have any on him right now.
“Fuck. No.”
Seth bit Dom’s shoulder. “I’m not fucking giving up. Stay,” he hissed and leaned over to a tiny fridge under the sink. The rattle of bottles was followed by a groan of satisfaction that told Dom Seth had found what he was looking for, and Dom didn’t even care enough to have a look what it was. They might not have an opportunity to do this again any time soon, so if there was ever an urgency to fuck, it was now.
“Then hurry the fuck up.” Domenico squeezed his hands on the damp edge of the sink and pushed his hips back. Just the sensation of air moving behind him and teasing his naked buttocks had him close to trembling, and he grabbed his cock with one hand, slowly masturbating as he waited for Seth to breach him.
He bit his lips at the freezing stream of oil Seth drizzled between his buttocks, but what followed was Seth’s hot and slippery cockhead, already nudging at Dom’s anus time and time again. With the air so hot and damp, the different temperatures meeting at Dom’s entrance were short-circutting his brain.
“Then let me in,” Seth groaned and wrapped one of his arms around Dom’s waist, pulling him close and covering his husband’s back with his firm chest.
Domenico whimpered at the touch, but he leaned over the sink, trying to relax against the intrusion. He pulled his legs farther apart and arched his back, eager to sense all of Seth’s weight, each drop of sweat on him, and even the wet shirt pressing against Dom’s naked back. “Fuck me.”
Dom curled his
shoulders when Seth did exactly as he was told and forced his cockhead in with a final thrust. “Say it again,” he whispered against Dom’s nape in amusement, tickling Dom’s skin with his breath. It was unbearable to have the bastard tease Dom like this in a moment of desperate need, but the request only sent more pleasure pouring into Dom’s balls.
He swallowed a cry that almost tore its way out of his mouth at the pain of the initial push, but he forced himself to relax, braced against the sink and trembling slightly from the excitement of being taken so roughly. His dick was rock hard in his grip, and he slowly opened his eyes, watching a drop of sweat trail down his nose and drip to the blade of the knife Seth had used to kill the mercenary.
Domenico couldn’t fight it. Even with the soreness still a prominent presence where his sphincter squeezed around Seth’s cock, his body was giving in, and he let go of his own dick to hold on to the counter more securely. “F-fuck me.”
Seth groaned in answer, and more of that gloriously thick dick pushed its way into Dom, not teasing anymore but already starting the firm rhythm Domenico craved. When Domenico slid his hand along Seth’s arm, he reveled in how strong it felt to the touch, how juicy the muscle was under the fine skin and coarse hair. Top or bottom, when Seth lost his inhibitions and control in fucking, he was a thing of beauty, the most raw version of himself, one that Domenico loved experiencing. And yet, even with Seth riding his ass with increasing speed, Dom could still feel like he was the master of the exquisite beast on top of him.
The thrusts quickly became so rapid Dom found it hard to keep quiet. Shaking all over, he sucked in his lips, biting down on them to effectively gag himself as the hard, burning rod of Seth’s cock stabbed into him over and over, while Seth held him down with his weight. There was so much brutish power in his body that it made Domenico’s knees slightly soft whenever he thought about it. Nothing polite or restrained about the way Seth wanted to claim his man and come inside him.
And it was as if Seth could read Dom’s mind when he put his thick fingers against Dom’s mouth, covering it and helping Domenico keep quiet. The last thing he wanted was for Mark or Miguel to hear him, and yet the fast slapping of Seth’s hips against Dom’s ass was proof that there was definitely fucking going on in the cabin. No one needed to know what kind. That was only for him and Seth to know.
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