Right! So Chapter7! Woo-hoo...
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There will be some sexy time in this chapter! But like I said before I have markers to indicate the start and end of the scene so those of you that don't want to read it can skip over it. Please, please, please give me feed back!
"I want a job!" The thirty something year old woman shouted, slamming her hand down on the hood of his car.
Dante raised a disinterested eyebrow at the ratty looking woman with a very strange belt draped across her torso. "That's no way to get one." He said in an icy tone of voice.
She grinned. "I don't think you understand what I am. You see, I'm a wielder and you're going to need a wielder when Them begin to run wild through the streets."
Dante shook his head and motioned with his head to Jeremiah to take the woman away from him. The screech of tires made everyone freeze and they both quickly ducked down behind the parked car as gunshots rang out in the night air.
Dante saw the woman fall, to the ground, shaking his head at her own stupidity to not have the sense to duck, Jeremiah firing back at the car until it was gone. He stood up and made his way over to the fallen woman, who was strangely chuckling. He toed her onto her back, seeing her grinning happily up at the sky as blood trickled out of her mouth and starting to bloom on her gray sweater. "You're happy to be dying?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
She slowly nodded. "Finally. Here," she said motioning him to lean down as she pulled off the belt on her chest holding it out to him. He slowly took it, deciding to humor the dying woman. "Put it on." She smiled, her eyes starting to fall shut.
He furrowed his brows but snapped it around his waist after seeing that it was empty with no threat of it being filled with explosives.
"That'll…come in handy…when…Them come." She said slowly before a shuddering breath escaped her and she went completely still.
"We better go." He heard Jeremiah say from behind him.
"Right." He grunted, taking off the belt and throwing it back onto the woman's unmoving body before getting into the black luxury car. It was twenty minutes later when he suddenly felt something around his waist. He looked down and his eyes went wide seeing that strange belt on him again. "I thought I threw this away." He growled, taking it off and throwing it onto the floor of the car. He blinked and it was gone from the floor and back on his person again. What is this thing? He thought with a scowl, opening one of the pockets and blinking as he slowly pulled out a full sized metal and leather gauntlet from one of the small pockets. He studied it carefully, it didn't appear to be anything special besides the claw like blades on the fingers and the spikes on the knuckles. How strange.
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Lucien groaned softly when he was gently shaken awake. He blinked his eyes open and jumped seeing Dante's face extremely close to his. "Yo-you're back!" he stammered, his hands jerking at his restraints in surprise.
"I said I'd be back didn't I?"
"Yeah but I didn't expect to wake up with you so close to me. It's a little creepy." He muttered moving away from the man slightly. "You really want that explanation don't you?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." He pushed himself away from the startled male and leaned against the wall next to the bed. "Out with it."
Lucien sighed. "Untie me first." Once the restraints were removed he pushed himself up and took the IV out of his arm.
"Why are you doing that?" Dante asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I don't like drugs. They slow me down." He answered, folding his legs on the bed. "Alright, let's get this over with." He grumbled, shooting the blonde man a look when he sat on the bed next to him. "Touch me and I'll push you off."
"What happened to that fear from yesterday?"
"I got over it." He bit out before letting out a breath to calm himself down. "I think I come from another dimension. I don't know how I got here, but I assume it has something to do with the Void." He held up his hand in the mans face before he could say anything. "Don't interrupt me."
"I've broken larger mans hands for doing that to me." He said, smacking the hand away. "But continue."
"Where I'm from, we don't fully understand what the Void is. All we know is that it seemed like it appeared out of nowhere and all of these…Things started dropping down from it. It was like all of the malicious and negative emotions called it. The things that dropped out we call Them." He patted the bed and Sunny jumped out from his shadow and onto his lap. "Sunny is a type of Them called They. They are the only Them that can speak and they seek out their human counter parts to merge with them because they feel incomplete. They come with one specific power that they allow their humans to use as they wish. Sunny's power is telekinesis. On average They are about the size of a young teenage human, but for some reason Sunny is this size." He rubbed the imp between his ears and he purred as he rubbed his head against Lucien's chest. "Their personalities vary greatly, but in general they are very protective of their humans because if we die, they die. When a They merges with a human, the human becomes something called a User. I'm a User."
"Can I touch him?" he asked after a moment of studying the imp more carefully. At Lucien's nod he reached out and gently touched his head. "He doesn't feel like anything." He said in slight amazement. "He's a solid mass, but it's almost like I'm touching air."
"It takes awhile to get used to." Lucien chuckled. "The other type of Them are the Its." He shivered. "They're massive mindless eating machines that will eat their human counter part rather than merge with them. They don't have any powers but when they're the size of vans they don't need them. Then there's the worst of them all." He hugged Sunny tighter to his chest. "The Desolaters. Only two have ever appeared and I don't think I've ever seen one, but they are massive destructive creatures that laid waste to two major cities in a matter of hours. I knew someone that survived one of those attacks, he had nightmares every night even after almost a year had gone by."
He waited for him to calm down before asking, "What are Wielders?"
"Wielders are people that were by some mysterious force given those boundelor's." he explained pointing to the belt on his waist. "The only other way to be a wielder is for a dying wielder to give you the boundelor as they died which is how I assume you came in possession of that. I'm sure you've tried to get rid of it, but you can't. You're bonded to that thing, kind of like I'm bonded to Sunny. You can take it off to sleep and bathe and I think for sex, but if you try to throw it away it'll come back to you. The items found in boundelor's are weapons that humans can use to fight against Them. These are the only effective way to destroy a Them." He muttered the last part, holding Sunny close and moving away from the man. "So now you see why I was so afraid of you. A lot of people don't like User's, they think of us as traitors to the human race for accepting power from our imps." He said softly, scratching one of Sunny's ears.
"…You really love that thing don't you?" he asked after quietly watching their interaction with each other.
He nodded slowly. "He's all I have. I really do have amnesia. I woke up in a pile of trash in a city called Queens Hand. The only thing I had was some money, the clothes on my back and Sunny. I got paranoid, I thought someone was trying to kill me or The People had done something to me."
"The People?" Dante repeated, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Um, they're an oppressive government system that took over when the Void incident happened. They claim that what they do is for the betterment of the people, but they're really just trying to control them. There's a rebel group called The Unwanted that want to overthrow The People."
"You're part of that group?"
He made a face. "You kidding? I didn't trust anyone. I even kept my sex a secret until I came to be here. I don't know why I was so paranoid, the only thing I could think of was that The People did something to me. Sunny hates them as well, though I don't know if it's because he's reacting to my emotions or he remembers something I don't. Before I woke up here The Unwanted and The People were having an all out war in Beggars Hand, the criminal city that I journeyed to too escape The People."
"Sounds like my kind of city." He chuckled.
"You wouldn't last long." Lucien deadpanned. "Crime is the law there, anything goes as long as you don't piss off someone big and you don't get caught by the few People agents stationed there. Not many people messed with me because I had Sunny on my shoulders all the time. Even though he's small, he's still a very powerful being."
"Clearly." Dante smirked thinking back to the powerful beast he saw the other day. He reached into the boundelor and pulled out his gauntlet.
Sunny hissed loudly and growled before jumping into Lucien's shadow.
"Can this hurt you?" The blonde asked, as he put on the gauntlet.
Lucien resisted the urge to bolt when he saw him take out the gauntlet. "The claws and the spikes would, but it isn't like a touch from it would hurt me."
"That's good." He observed, tightening his fist to see how well the gauntlet fit on his hand.
"What is it that you really want from me?" Lucien asked after watching him play with the gauntlet. "I know you didn't come here expecting an explanation nor to just stop by and give me flowers." He said nodding his head to the untouched bouquet of flowers. "I'm grateful you saved my life before, but I get the feeling you have some kind of hidden agenda."
The man laughed low in his throat. "You're a sharp one Lucien." He said with a small smirk on his lips before becoming serious, he looked around the room and stood up while taking out a small device from his jacket pocket.
I'm not the only one that's paranoid. He thought watching the man curiously as he slowly moved around the room with the device. When he seemed satisfied with whatever he had done he returned to his seat on the bed. Dante made a motion for him to come closer and Lucien shot him a curious look before crawling toward the side of the bed he was on. Dante wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer so his lips brushed against his ear. "I'm a mafia crime lord and I'm hoping you'd consider working under me." He whispered in low husky tone. He allowed Lucien to jerk back from him, going to the head of the bed and looking at him with wide eyes. "Is that a no?"
"Yes it's a no!" Lucien almost yelled, running a hand through his short hair. "I didn't get into crime in Beggar's Hand and I'm sure as hell am not going to become a criminal here."
He scoffed and stood up. "Very well, then have fun in prison."
Black eyes glared at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that had you said yes, I would have supplied you a very good lawyer and if you were still convicted would have paid for your freedom. But since you said no, I assume you can handle prison very well. It shouldn't be so bad being passed around from man to man, each one forcing themselves upon you and using your ass as a sperm dump until you eventually catch a deadly disease and die."
Lucien shut his eyes and covered his ears. "You're wrong! I have Sunny I can handle anything they throw at me!"
Dante moved closer to him and pulled his hands off of his ears, making glaring black eyes snap open and stare into his own blue ones. "Perhaps at first, but after awhile being all alone in there will wear you down. Gangs are the entire population of a prison. If you aren't in a gang you'll be targeted non stop and the only way for you to join one would be to trade sexual favors with the members and as I said you'll eventually catch a disease and die. The amount of time for assault of a police officer in this state is ten years. Can you handle ten years of that? Do you think you'll even be able to survive it? Will Sunny?"
Lucien looked away from him, trying to ignore what he was saying.
The blonde pressed his lips against his ear again. "It's admirable that you want to remain innocent, but you're a smart boy Lucien. Think about it. I'll give you until the day before your trial to decide if you're with me or not."
He turned his glare down at his lap, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. "You only saved me because you knew you could use me." He muttered.
"You're not completely wrong." The blonde smirked before pressing a kiss against his temple.
He jerked from the kiss and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Giving you your reward." He answered, leaning close to his face while Lucien leaned away.
"I-I'm good thank you." Lucien said, holding his hands up to stop the man's advances. "That seems more like a reward for you than for me."
"Then I'll take this as your thanks for saving your life." He smirked, pushing the young man back onto the bed.
"Aaah! My back!" he protested with a grimace. "Get off of me before I throw you out that window!"
"You wouldn't do that." Dante hummed, pressing his lips on the tip of the scorpion's tail close to his scowling mouth. "I only want one little kiss." He said running his thumb over Lucien's soft lips.
"Ugh, fine! You get one kiss then-Mmn!" His statement was cut off by dominating lips pressing down on his. He grabbed onto the fabric of the blondes suit jacket as the air was practically stolen from his lungs and a hot tongue that vaguely tasted like cigarettes plundered his mouth. He gasped for breath when Dante finally pulled away, blinking dully as the man moved off of him and pulled him to sit back up.
"How's your back?"
"…Huh?" he asked looking at him in a daze for a few moments before snapping out of it. "Um, I mean fine." He said looking down at the bed with a bright blush appearing on his face.
Dante chuckled and pressed one more kiss to his cheek. "I'll leave you to rest then."
"Wait a second." Lucien said grabbing onto the man's sleeve when he was about to leave. "You still owe me for giving you that explanation."
He raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Alright, I suppose I do. What do you want? I'll do my best to make it happen."
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"So that's what he wanted?"
Dante grunted around the cigarette filter in his mouth, him and Jeremiah watching from a far as Lucien visited with the family that had taken him in, in the garden that the hospital had to cheer up its more depressed patients.
"He doesn't seem like he could handle the life of a criminal." Jeremiah said after pulling his own cigarette from his lips. "Or he could, but he'd much rather stay with that kind of life." He stated pointing to the group of people as the preschooler chased around a leaf that Lucien was making float through the air. "I doubt you'll get an agreement out of him and if you threatened that family he could rip you apart. Gauntlet or no gauntlet."
"Don't remind me." The blonde muttered, looking away from the scene. "His fear of me is already starting to wear off." He pulled out his golden lighter that had been brought by the visiting family. "I got my lighter back at least."
"Hmph, you could try charming him by jumping on him." Jeremiah chuckled sarcastically. After a moment of silence he looked over at the other man seeing him staring off into space. "You're thinking about that aren't you?" Dante smirked at him and he slapped a hand over his face. "You really need to get laid."
"I'm working on it."
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Weeks passed and when Lucien's injuries were fully healed they bussed him to the county jail to be held until his trial. The drive was to far away for the family to come visit him, but he was fine with that, he actually thought it to be best actually. He didn't want them to see him like this. Sitting in a small cell wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and waiting for his eventual conviction.
Though, he wasn't alone while the days passed.
Every day Dante was there sitting outside of the cell and staring at him. He didn't understand why the man wouldn't just leave him alone or what was so damn fascinating about him that warranted being stared at so intensely.
His trial was growing closer, it was only a few days away and he was starting to feel like a trapped animal. Maybe this is what Dante was waiting to see? The moment when he would start to break down.
Sunny tried to cheer him up by cuddling with him, by saying that he loved him and then by trying to be whacky. But it didn't work, though he appreciated the effort from his soul companion.
"Saa mite goran kanashii ohanashi. Saa hankachi no youi wasurezu ni." Lucien sang softly, gently petting Sunny who was curled up on his lap. "Aru tokoro ni majo ga itasou na. Aru ouji to koi wo shitasou na. Toki wo tomeru mahou wasureru kurai no. Shiawase na toki wa sugiteyuku. Juujika ni dakare sora aogu. Penitenziagite. Penitenziagite."
"You sing as well?" The familiar voice asked making him almost jump in surprise.
"Oh, yeah, I guess." He answered the blonde, looking away from him.
Dante took his usual seat in a folding chair outside of his cell. "Come, listen to this sad story. Come, don't forget to prepare a handkerchief. " he began to say, watching Lucien look toward him with surprise, almost making him smirk. "It seems that there was a witch in a land and it seems that she fell in love with a prince. Let's forget about the magic that stops time. Now is a time of joy." He shut his eyes and tilted his head up slightly. "Held by the cross, I look up at the sky. Repent. Repent."
"You know Japanese?" Lucien asked turning on the bed to face him.
"One of the many languages I know." He said with a wave of his hand.
"Jessica and her friend translated it for me." He said with a small sad smile. "But…I lost the paper with it on it and I forgot to ask them for another. I knew what the story of the song was, but I didn't know the exact English words."
"I think it sounds better the way you were singing it." He stated, resting his hand on his cheek.
He didn't know if Dante was waiting for him to sing or not, but there was something he had to ask. "Why do you keep coming here to stare at me? Am I that weird looking? Or are you waiting for me to snap so I'll get down on my knees and beg you to help me?"
He huffed, shutting his eyes again. "I don't think you understand how fascinating you are little diavolo."
"And you're always calling me that instead of my name! What does it even mean!" he shouted, throwing his hands into the air.
"It's Italian, it means devil." He explained opening his eyes and watching his expression change with amusement. "I thought it fit you."
He frowned and looked away. "I'm not evil."
"I know you aren't."
Silence descended between them, the only sound being the soft purr like coos Sunny made when he exhaled. "What did you mean by I'm fascinating?" he asked softly.
Dante rolled his head forward with a chuckle. "Lucien. Look at yourself. Or try to think of yourself from my point of view. You have a power that does not exist here, there is a little imp that lives in your shadow and you come from another dimension, something that scientists here are trying to prove the existence of and here you are."
"…So?" he stated, picking up Sunny who blinked open his eyes. "Those are all just facts about my circumstances. I thought you meant me as a person was fascinating." He pressed his head against Sunny's and the imp purred happily. "All you're interested in is my telekinesis, don't try to trick me into thinking otherwise." He laid down on the cot and Sunny stood up on it, glaring at Dante with a growl.
He rubbed his fingers together, staring down at the orange clad body on the cot. "You're a stubborn little thing aren't you?"
"Kiss my ass."
He stood up from his chair. "I don't think you want help from anyone. Deep down you want to suffer don't you?" He narrowed his eyes slightly when Lucien turned to bury his face in his pillow. "Ah, so I'm right aren't I?"
"Shut up." The jingle of keys startled him and he sat up with wide eyes seeing the man enter his sell. "I know you definitely can't do that." He said pressing his back against the wall. Sunny hissed loudly at him before freezing when Dante went for his boundelor. He jumped into Lucien's shadow and Dante moved to pin him against the wall by his shoulders. "Let go of me." Lucien growled.
"Are you a masochists? Do you like to suffer?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why did that man take you down so easily that time?" Dante asked, grabbing his chin when he tried to turn his head away.
"I-I didn't want to hurt him." He stuttered shutting his eyes when the grip on his jaw tightened.
"So you were willing to let him try to kill you?" he questioned. "Admit it you want to suffer."
"I don-"
"Admit it!" he almost shouted, shoving him hard against the wall.
"Alright!" Lucien exclaimed. "I do! I want to suffer! I deserve to suffer!"
Dante let go of him and watched him curl in on himself, pressing his hands against his eyes. "What makes you think that?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"I don't know." He sniffed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "This…I have this weird feeling and I think it might be guilt, I just thin that maybe I did something horrible before I lost my memory to cause this feeling and my piss poor luck."
He hooked his finger under his chin and lifted his head back up to look at him. "That's why you won't accept my help isn't it?"
"No! I don't want to become a criminal!"
"So you'd rather go to prison an innocent person?" he asked softly. "Whatever you think you did, I think you've punished yourself enough."
"You're just trying to convince me to let you help me so I'll become apart of your gang." He muttered with a scowl.
"Well I certainly don't have any intention of letting you out of my grasp." He chuckled, brushing his white hair behind his ear. "How about you become my personal body guard? You won't be involved with anything illegal, your only job would be to protect me until you pay me back the money I spend to bail you out of trouble."
"Then I could leave?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows together.
He smirked and nodded. "Then you're free to go, yes."
Lucien lowered his eyes. "I…I need to think."
"That'll cost you."
"Oh god what do you want now from me?" he groaned, letting his head fall forward.
"Let me see your scars."
His head bobbed back up and he frowned up at him. "How'd you know…never mind I don't think I want to know. But no I'm not letting you see my scars. You're just using that as an excuse to try and bang me." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
He arched an eyebrow at that. "I can make you decide right now."
He wrinkled his nose and he growled. "Fine." He unzipped the top of the his jumpsuit and pulled his arms out of the sleeves to let it pool down at his waist. "You can't touch me."
"We'll see about that."
He glared at him harder before sighing and pulling his shirt off of his torso and turning his back to him. "The big ones were made by an It." He explained.
The blonde remained silent as he looked at the large angry red slash marks on his back that clashed rather nicely with the white of the scar from the branding. He reached his hand up and slowly trailed his finger up the length of the upside down cross before splaying his hand on his back and running it over the large scars. "How in the world did you survive a wound like this?"
Lucien shivered from touches, fidgeting slightly as he answered, "I'm stubborn I guess."
Dante laughed lightly. "Good answer." He muttered, moving his hand to run it down along his side. "The brand looks like it healed well. Does it still hurt?"
"No, not anymore." He said, turning around when Dante grabbed onto his right arm to examine the scars on it.
"Hmm, you know there are people here that pay a lot of money to have that done to them." He informed him, smirking at the face he made.
"I thought I was weird." Lucien grumbled. He jumped when he felt the others hand move to his chest. "S-shouldn't you get out of here?" he asked pulling his arm free and moving away from him. "If someone sees you-"
"No one will." He stated casually. "Though I'm touched you're worried about me."
He flushed red with frustration and crossed his arms over his chest. "Am not. Stay in here and get in trouble. I don't care."
He grinned slightly. "Oh I do plan to stay right here." He took a hold of his arm again and pulled him back to sit next to him. "But if you be good and let me finish I'll leave you alone. "
Lucien stared at him warily. "Alright but you touch just my scars."
"Fine by me."
Lucien laid back down on the cot, biting on his tongue as Dante's hands traced the multiple scars that crisscrossed across his chest and arms. "Do you have a thing for scars?" he asked after the silence had made him grow too anxious.
"Actually yes." He huffed with a small twitch upwards at the corner of his mouth; looking down at him with amusement from the startled look he shot him. "It's a bit of a fetish really. I particularly like the scars on your back."
"Why?" he questioned, really curious as to how anyone could find scars, especially the ones on his back, something as a turn on.
Dante made a motion for him to turn over and he did so after a moment of hesitation. "Because I find them interesting." He explained leaning over him slightly as he ran his hands over the large amount of raised flesh. He raised an eyebrow feeling a shiver go up Lucien's back before chuckling. "Are they sensitive?"
"N-not really." He muttered into the material of the cot.
He hummed and slowly moved his hand down. "You seem to have a bad habit of stuttering when you lie. We'll have to work on that."
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"Gah!" Lucien cried out into the cot when he felt the mans hand grab onto his semi hard length. "Let go of that!" he partially yelled, trying to turn around but a hand pushing down on his head prevented him from doing so. He bit down a moan when the hand began to slowly rub him through the jumpsuit.
His lips curved up into a lecherous smile before he leaned down and trailed the tip of his tongue across the very first slash mark on his back. He pushed his head down harder when he felt him give a jerk and heard him let out a loud moan that was muffled into the cot. He moved up to his head and pressed his lips against his ear. "Don't be to loud now. Wouldn't want anyone seeing you like this hmm?"
"Ba-bastard." Lucien panted out before choking back a groan as the hand tightened around his quickly hardening length. "Shit, are you going to rape me?"
He scoffed. "I'm not a rapist and besides, I wouldn't reduce myself to the level of having sex in a holding cell."
"Then what the hell do you think you're doing to me!" he growled turning his head enough to glare up at him.
Dante grinned down at the look. "I thought after all the pain, you might enjoy a little pleasure. If you really didn't like it, you'd throw me off."
Lucien's eye widened before it narrowed into a glare again.
"What?" he asked, tightening his grip on him and receiving a low grunt in response. "No retort?" he moved his hand away from his head, slowly sliding it down the length of his back to the jumpsuit around his waist. "Such an ugly color this is." He muttered in distaste slipping his hand underneath it and smoothing it over the soft flesh beneath before sliding his finger between them to his entrance.
"Nnh." He pressed his mouth shut tight when the finger pushed its way inside. He let out a soft breath and relaxed on the cot.
"Interesting." The blonde uttered, watching his reactions carefully especially as he pushed in a second finger and pressed them both against his prostate.
He jerked forward slightly and groaned loudly, a shuddering gasp escaping his lips when the fingers pressed in harder.
"No fighting back?" he asked, moving his hands away from him and receiving a small sound of protest. "Seems like you've already been trained."
Lucien pushed himself up on shaky arms and turned his flushed face to glare at him in annoyance. "You said not to make any noise." He growled.
"I don't mean that," he yanked the jumpsuit down to his thighs and stuck his pinky into his entrance; watching the white haired male shudder and fall back down on the cot. "I mean that. I'm not even touching anything. As soon as I put something in, you immediately become complacent."
He turned around completely to face the man when he removed his finger, not caring that he could clearly see his fully erect member. "Asshole, you're just gonna leave me like this?" he spat.
"See that's what I want." He smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly and darkening with desire.
"You're a freak." Lucien deadpanned before yelping when he was pushed off of the cot onto the floor. He sat up with a growl and launched up to his feet to grab onto the smirking blonde by his suit jacket. "What the hell was that for?" he said through gritted teeth.
"To get you fired up." He chuckled, grabbing onto the back of his neck and pulling him in for a rough kiss. He reached out and grabbed onto the member pressing against his stomach, squeezing it hard and chuckling as Lucien broke the kiss and went down onto his knees; swearing at him under his breath. "You have a very sharp tongue don't you?" he asked, moving his hand from the back of his neck to the top of his head and gripping onto his short white hair. "Why don't you see if you can use it to help me with this?" he demanded more than asked as he pressed the young mans face against the growing bulge in his suit pants. Black eyes glared up at him and he felt his length twitch. "What? It's your fault, now take it out and get to work."
Lucien gulped before moving back enough to bring up his hands and start to undo his belt, being careful not to touch the boundelor around his waist. He unzipped the pants and reached in with one hand until he pulled out Dante's girth.
The blonde lifted his chin up with his finger and ran his thumb over lightly quivering lips. "You don't have to if you're scared." He said with an almost mocking tone in his voice.
He growled before opening his mouth and sliding the entire length in his mouth in one go. The grip on his hair tightened and it was his turn to smirk when he heard the grunt come from the so in control man before he began to move his head.
"Hey Dante you-whoa!" Jeremiah quickly threw up his arm to cover his eyes upon seeing his boss getting head from the white haired male he was so interested in. "Ugh, I think I just went blind."
Dante kept Lucien's head firmly in place when he tried to pull away. "Keep going." He demanded darkly and once he continued again he looked up to send an icy glare to his right hand man. "This had better be good or I will shoot you."
"I'll come back when you're done."
"Wise choice." He almost growled watching the man leave before turning his attention down to curious ebony irises. He moved his head down further while bucking up and a pleasant shudder went up his spine feeling his throat contract tightly around his length. "You're very good at this." He complimented, rubbing a small tear that escaped Lucien's eyes from the sudden shove down his throat. "As for the rough treatment, I wouldn't be so curious about what I do. Not unless you decide to join me."
Jackass. He thought glaring up at him with teary eyes before shutting them and returning to what he was doing. Damnit why am I even doing this? He wondered, pulling back and lightly scraping his teeth along the sensitive flesh before diving back down until his nose touched the fabric of his pants. I'm starting to get the feeling I might have been a prostitute or something, it isn't like it took me a lot of convincing to do this. Or I was a big old slut. He looked back up at him when he heard a quiet grunt. Worse yet I'm actually enjoying this. He shut his eyes tight when his painfully erect length throbbed, demanding attention. Is this what he meant by me being trained? He moved his hands off of the other male's thighs and grabbed onto his own acting erection. Whatever, I need some release.
Dante gritted his teeth when a moan from the mouth on his dick sent a pleasant vibration through his loins. He looked down closely at what the other was doing, lust flashing in his eyes seeing him moving one hand up and down his own cock while the other one was buried in his ass. "I'm definitely going to keep you." He chuckled, Lucien apparently to preoccupied and not having heard him. He used the hand on his head to help guide him to go faster and instructing him to suck harder. He felt the coil in the pit of his stomach snap and he held Lucien's head in place, letting out a breath as he released into his mouth.
He chocked at the sudden flood of fluid and pulled away when the hand on his head allowed him to. He sputtered and coughed the liquid out, his hands not stopping until he tensed up and let out a breathy moan from his own release.
Dante reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders when he started to sway. He pulled him up onto his lap and helped him pull his jumpsuit back on. He chuckled as he pressed a kiss behind his ear. "Well then, after that I hope you accept my offer."
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Lucien turned his head and glared at him, moving off his lap and pointing at him before pointing at the cell door. The blonde man was dragged and pushed toward it until he was outside the cell and the door slammed shut behind him. Dante turned back to look into the cell and touched his cheek. "You have a little something right here."
Lucien growled and sent out a telekinetic wave that shook the bars, Dante taking that as his cue to leave.
He met up with Jeremiah outside of the courthouse. "I hope you enjoyed the show." He said as he walked passed him, taking out a packet of cigarettes from his suit jacket.
"I'm traumatized." The man grumbled following after him. "You're older brother called."
Dante shut his eyes and sighed. "Which one?"
"Matteo."
He opened his eyes and glared up at the sky slightly. "I can only guess what he would have to say." He muttered, taking the phone Jeremiah handed to him. "Just when I finally got some tension out." He redialed the number and his older brother picked up on the third ring. "What is it you want now?" he asked as he slid into the back seat of his car, Jeremiah shutting the door and walking around to the driver seat.
"Why are you still in Nebraska?"
"I told you I'm in the process of recruiting someone." He said, pulling out his lighter and flicking on the flame to light his cigarette. "His trial is getting closer, I'm confidant he'll join up soon."
He heard Matteo grunt on the other end. "Make it quick damnit. We're tired of waiting on you, you have work to do."
His eyebrow twitched feeling the familiar tension returning to his shoulders. "I know."
"This guy had better be fucking spectacular."
The statement made him grin. "Oh trust me, you've never seen anything like him before."
"That so? Then guess you won't mind showing him off when you get back?"
"No problem at all."
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It was the night before the trial and Lucien hadn't seen Dante since he had sucked him off a few days ago. He didn't know why, but the fact that he wasn't here was putting him on edge. He felt like a nervous wreck, all he could think about was getting the crap kicked out of him and being gang raped.
Sunny was staring up at Lucien worriedly from where the young man had huddled himself into a corner. "Sunny loves Lucien?" he said softly, scratching at his leg to get his attention.
Lucien reached his hand out and rubbed his head. "Lucien loves Sunny too." He responded softly.
"Miss me?" Dante's voice suddenly echoed from behind the bars of the cell. He smirked slightly as Lucien's head snapped up to look at him. "So, what do you say?" he asked.
Lucien bit his lip and looked down at Sunny as he jumped into his lap, rubbing his head against his chest. He hugged him tightly and looked up again at the blonde man. "Please…help me."
His smirk turned into a grin. "Good boy."