The Gangster's Toy

Affection or Lust

As soon as Rhett left, a dark silence fell upon the pair, neither uttered a word. Mateo held tightly onto his damp cloth, his eyes moist and puffy, as he held the cloth close to his burnt chest. Allessandro stood tall near the door way. One step by Allessandro inside the washroom and Mateo felt like dying already, his grip tightened against the white piece of humiliation as the tall figure shuffled closer. Each drag of his foot sent a shiver down the petite boy's spine and made him regret falling for Mrs Lorenzo's trick for the thousandth time. Allessandro shadowed upon Mateo, him seated uncomfortably in his chair. The heart beating inside Mateo's chest took a crazy turn when Allessandro rested his arms on either sides of him, blocking him between the washroom sinks and his broad torso. Peering over the other through the mirror attached by the sinks, Allessandro smirked when he saw how the younger boy shivered in his presence. He liked it, very much. 

  "So......", he started, earning a flinch from the boy as his smirk widened, clearly in love with idea of someone being this scared of him. "You must know by now that you're not supposed to grow close to my family, right?" Mateo promptly nodded. "And that you can't take Natalia's place whatever you do?" The boy didn't budge, he didn't even have the intention to do so in the first place then why this question? When the impatient heir didn't get the reply, he leaned in close to the shell of his ear and whispered. "I don't like people ignoring my questions". 

  A chill went down Mateo's spine when his hot breath touched his ear, he shuddered. "I.......I don't intend... on doing so... I promise." 

  "Even after this?" In a tingling, the events changed. The tall guy licked at Mateo's earlobe before taking it in his mouth. The weak sensation forced the slender boy to shut his eyes, arching his body as he dug the cloth in his chest, trying to soothe away the sudden change of feelings.

  Allessandro skillfully slid his arm under Mateo's chest and forced him up, out of the damn chair in between as he pulled the cloth away from his hands and threw it on the floor, his tongue playing with Mateo's ear. Vigorously slamming Mateo's hand on the counter, he followed a wet trail down his ear to his neck as he dug his teeth in the boy's fragile skin, sucking away his soul as he whimpered in his embrace not knowing how to react. He threw his head back when Allessandro brushed his arm with his chest to hold his face up as he sticked his tongue out and washed his adam's apple. The older guy tilted the younger one's face to his side to get a better access to the lump, hungrily sucking there. Mateo's breathing was abnormally fast as each brush of skin against his burnt chest sent a painful pleasure, he didn't want him to stop but he hated being in this position too. He was just so befuddled he didn't know what to do. His long fingers held onto the sink, so weak from the messed up state of his. Alongside his already confused heart, Allessandro didn't want to put this awkward situation to a halt just yet. He wanted more from him. He wanted Mateo to fall for him so he could hurt him just the way his sister did. Heartless.

  As if sucking onto his lump wasn't enough, the heir wet the jawline, tracing it to back to his ear. He stopped under Mateo's ear, pulling away ever so slightly, his arm snickered around Mateo's tiny waist, who had his head thrown back and chest panting as his mouth hung open, complimenting his adam's apple and sharp jawline. Allessandro's mouth parted as he took the area under Mateo's ear in his sinful mouth, making the boy go crazy from the sudden impact as he raised his left shoulder slightly, hanging his head low. His naked chest rose and fell impatiently with every contact of Allessandro's tongue and his helpless neck. It was as if he was trapped in this wild world the heir created just to humiliate his existence, he wanted to leave but there was no way out when he himself wanted it to continue. Ashamed of his little want for his touch, he started, his voice low and unsteady. 

  "Can....can you ....stop...please".  

  "No", the reply was clear but with it came an unclear message when Allessandro stopped sucking under his ear and moved east to kiss his nape gently, his lips pressed over his burning nape.

  Mateo shivered, tears starting to form in his eyes when the tall guy tightened his grip around his chest, burning his skin with his own heat. He hissed when Allessandro's lips left his nape with a clicking sound, settling on his shoulder without warning. His mouth kissed and pulled at his skin, casually using his teeth to tug at the delicate milky skin. The skin around the heir's mouth slightly turning red from exertion but it didn't stop him from licking and sucking at it like a leech. Satisfied with a red bruise on his 'wife's' shoulder, he dug his plump lips in the crook of his neck, effortlessly kissing it, his eyes shut. 

   A sob left Mateo's lips on getting taken advantage of so easily, his arms weakily resting on the sink, looking like a complete mess. Allessandro shot his eyes up at the mirror towards the source of the sound, looking at the helpless Mateo before him. The reflection showing his own iron arms around Mateo's slender waist, his hair messed up, his neck glistening in the dim light of the washroom and face flushed bright red. 

  That's f*****g hot. 

  Allessandro paused at his thoughts, bewildered on how this particular thought occupied his mind. Natalia was the one responsible for this when they met and now.... Mateo? He twitched his eyebrows, putting the disturbing thought aside as he continued observing Mateo. His chest looked burnt and the boy looked restless in his own skin. Mateo's eyes wet from the fresh tears, his cheeks slightly pink, his mouth agape in order to catch some air, showing his beautiful white teeth, his obvious collar bone with a scarlet mark just a few inches above it and just his existence turned Allessandro on in different ways but he had decided on not going too far with his punishment, just yet. 

  "Hurt?", Allessandro questioned Mateo's reflection, he just looked away as a tear fell from his eyes, the answer. Earning a chuckle from the older guy and then abruptly turned to face him, the shorter guy looked baffled as his teary eyes stared into Allessandro's. "But I haven't even started yet", was all that left his lips before his hands reached Mateo's ass, giving the cheeks a little squeeze before pulling him up and settling him against the wall, earning a gasp from the younger guy. 

  The Jose looked more confused than ever, his hand automatically making their way around Allessandro's neck in fear of not falling on his butt to the marble floor. Allessandro's torso pressed against Mateo's legs and he jammed him against the wall, pushing the long, slender thighs open. A clothed chest met Mateo's naked front, sending him into a state of emergency as his burn hurt him more than ever. His eyes met the heir's and conveyed a scared message but anticipation to take him right then and there stared back at him. Mateo gasped against Allessandro's lips hungrily engulfing his, his fist balled against the guy's collar as he shut his eyes. What is happening to me?............... He questioned himself over and over, trying to stop himself from thinking too much but it didn't help when the husband just didn't want to pull away. 

  Allessandro felt weird in a good way and he had no intention of letting it fade away just yet when his lips sucked at Mateo's lower lip, sending an electric impulse down the younger's chest. He squeezed his ass as he tilted his head without warning, deepening the kiss. Mateo's small mouth fought to win against Allessandro's but he failed miserably, growing breathless with every clicking sound their mouth made. He slightly parted his lips for air, his cheeks flushed more scarlet than usual giving Allessandro the wrong idea of sliding his tongue inside his cavern. The younger boy flinched when an uninvited tongue touched his, eventually getting lost in his hot cave, him feeling more peculiar than ever. For the sake of the little amount of shame left in him, he wanted to give up, push Allessandro away and run away but something inside him rested in his heart like a barrier, making him give in to the feeling as his grip loosened around the collar and wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper. 

  The breaking point was there and the lust had won the war going on inside of him when he returned the kiss with a confused strength but enough to drive the other half nuts. Mateo twirled his tongue around Allessandro's as he occassionally pulled it away to plant a breath-taking kiss on the younger's plump red lips, feeling more needy than ever. One hand left Mateo's ass, shifting his weight onto his firm thighs as they moved north, interwining with Mateo's honey brown hair as he pulled the ends in frustration. Allessandro was aroused by this creature before him and he hated it but needless of his efforts to keep it a punishment, he knew they both were enjoying it as ecstasy took a rise in their body in the form of a heated make out session which didn't seem to have an end just yet. His fist balled around a bunch of Mateo's hair pulled harshly at the ends, breaking their kiss but a thread of saliva connected their swollen lips. Mateo peered over at Allessandro's with his eyes slightly ajar and tired, making the taller guy curse under the spell of lust before he slammed his lips onto the swollen ones once again making him gulp down the little amount of air he had. 

  Still not satisfied enough, Allessandro moved his hands from his clothed ass and the hair between the kiss and inserted it inside the rough material to get a better access to the soft part. Mateo shivered at the heat down there but didn't object as Allessandro fondled with them, occassionally pinching and squeezing them red.

  "Mmmhh", Mateo's lips escaped a moan between the heated kiss, driving Allessandro crazy as he immediately regretted doing so when the older boy parted their lips and cursed. 

  "s**t", He pulled Mateo away from the wall and placed him back on the cold marble floor infront of the large mirror, Mateo's back to his face. The younger stared at his reflection, embarrassed of their position. He looked like some slut of Allessandro and as much as he despised the situation, he didn't have much say in it as even when Allessandro slid his hand inside Mateo's pants, he didn't object. The head of the shaft was already leaking with precum, making Allessandro smirk because he knew he was no different down there. The message was easily decoded: They both wanted each other. Now. But before Allessandro could tease the tip of his head even a bit, they heard the door of his room creak open, his name being called. 

  "Allessandro. Dad's calling you, the new party doesn't want to pay for our little deal". Allessandro cursed under his breath, as he pulled his hand away and stepped away from Mateo, sexually frustrated, his gaze fixed on their beautiful reflection as he rolled his eyes from a weak Mateo and walked away, with much difficulty. The pulling force was too much but he didn't want 'this useless cunt' to get in between his business affairs. 

  Allessandro touched the knob of the washroom door to twist it open when a small voice stopped him in his tracks. It was shaky. 

  "I.....don't have clothes..... can y-"

  "Wear anything you find in my wardrobe", Allessandro retorted, replying simply but it made Mateo skip a beat. He is possessive towards his stuff then....  "And remember", he gave a long pause, collecting his foggy thoughts. "Try not to take Natalia's place after .....what just happened", with an audible smirk and a loud slam was heard as Allessandro shut the door behind him. 

  The temperature in the washroom suddenly dropped drastically from a heated make-out session to cold emptiness and loneliness, it was only then when Mateo realised the severeness of the cold and what he just stumbled into. Did I just...give up on Natalia's return.....? He knew that whenever his sister was to return, she would know how to pull him back from this deep and dark pit somehow, she always had known a solution to all his miseries but now that he stood weak and dejected, he gritted his teeth in anger. Anger dawned upon him, eventually turning into tears as it always did, hating himself. He was not only feeling like he gave up on his sister but only just came to the realization that he had wanted her to return all this time because of his petty needs, because 'he' wanted to come out of this hell, clearly knowing she herself didn't want to marry this guy and this guy he was surrendering to was the cause of her departure. 

  With messed up brain, he stared at the identical reflection in disgust. Getting touched was bad enough but by him? The person who destroyed your and your sister's life? Unacceptable, Jose. His own reflection seemed to hate him as he promptly turned away and stepped into the hot shower, washing or trying to wash away the sinner's scent from his body.