Just a Bit Wicked

Sebastian was attacked as soon as he stepped into the locker room.Someone punched him on the temple, and he staggered to the ground.His eyes turned black from the pain, his eyes were wet with tears, and his vision was blurred.

"Look at this little fag," someone said, kicking him in the stomach high above him.Heavy blows rained down on him from all directions, and Sebastian curled up in a fetal position, trying to protect his head.The pain made him unconscious, but he still vaguely figured out that there were three people in the other party.One of them gagged his mouth with a wad of rags.

Do something, he gave instructions to his disobedient body, but he seemed to be paralyzed—he was terrified, and at the same time, he was sucked into the vortex of memories.He was 16 again, and Mike and his accomplices were giving him a "lesson" on this "glass" in full view.At that time, he was alone and helpless, and no one will come to rescue him now.

"Enough," said one of them. "Knock him out. We have to take him away."

These words finally woke him up from his groggy state.No, he had to fight, damn it.Sebastian rolled onto his back and kicked someone in the crotch.The man let out a scream, and while his accomplice yelled at him to shut up, he punched Sebastian so hard on the head that Sebastian nearly lost consciousness.The gang grabbed him and dragged him toward the open window.

Sebastian wasn't quite sure what happened next.After the blow, his ears were still buzzing, his head was spinning, and his whole body was aching like it was falling apart, so he didn't even realize right away when the hands that held him were released.There was the sound of impact from hand-to-hand combat, as well as muffled grunts and cries of pain.

When the gagging and pain subsided a bit and Sebastian's eyes finally refocused, he saw Vlad's huge fist smashing into a man's head, knocking him unconscious.The other two attackers were already on the ground.

Sebastian blinked dazedly as Vlad pulled out the belts of the men, neatly tied them up, and gagged their mouths with their clothes.

Finally, Vlad turned to look at him, examining him from head to toe.Wrapped in a black suit, Vlad looked uncluttered, even breathing smoothly, which made Sebastian a little annoyed.How could he find this man so sexy?

Sebastian pulled the rag out of his mouth and crossed his arms, feeling bruised all over his body and feeling embarrassed and embarrassed by it.It's a silly idea.What is he embarrassed about?He's not a professional bodyguard, and besides, even if he's not an anti-violence person, he can't be expected to win three against one.

"You're late," he said.

"That's all you want to thank?" Vlad snorted, his Russian accent a little heavier than usual.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, and a dull pain nearly caused him to grin his teeth. "Thanks for what? Thank you for doing what you were supposed to do?" He knew he might be thanking Vlad, but he couldn't be particularly nice considering what Vlad had done to him in the hallway.Because some part of him, deep down, had disarmed and wanted to break his promise to himself, to accept whatever Vlad did to him.He despised himself for it.How could he have that idea?He hasn't learned his lesson from Mike yet?

"If it wasn't for me, you'd have brought that useless bodyguard." Vlad stepped closer, pushed Sebastian's shirt up, and started groping for his ribs. "Would you like to take a gamble, if so, will your beauty be compromised?"

How about a discount on your looks?

"At least he'll act professionally," Sebastian snapped back, twisting away from Vlad's touch. "Don't touch me. I'm fine. I've been through worse."

Vlad looked away from his ribs and looked up.

Sebastian met those blue eyes calmly.Although his skin could still feel Vlad's hand vividly - the sense of touch suddenly became strangely sensitive, annoyingly - there was a layer of goosebumps under Vlad's palm.

"You're shaking," Vlad said.

Sebastian shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I was taken aback, it was the adrenaline. I was attacked twice in a few days, and it's normal to have a little bit of a stress reaction." It was true, but he wasn't shaking from it.

Vlad didn't argue with him.His hand moved down, pressing on Sebastian's stomach. "Does it hurt here?"

Sebastian bites the inside of his cheek. "A little bit." He wished he had hurt more, so that the pain would cover up the wonderful touch.His stomach was already sensitive, and he couldn't stand Vlad's hand touching it. His abdominal muscles were shaking, and a wave of heat rushed to his groin.He wanted to yank Vlad towards him, slamming into his body hard so he could feel Vlad's massive cock brushing against his belly, then buried between his legs—

"Honey, are you going to—what the hell is going on?"

Sebastian's neck was hot, and he stepped back from Vlad to put on a smile on Matt's stunned face.He could imagine what it looked like to the photographer: three bound men fell to the ground, their mouths gagged, and he himself looked as if he had been hit by a truck. "Looks like you won't be able to shoot in the gym, Matt." Sebastian hated his limp voice.

"My God," Matt said, looking horrified. "Honey, are you all right?"

"It's fine." He lied.He is not good at all.

Over the next four hours, Sebastian gave police testimony about events, saw a doctor, received a diagnosis that did not require hospitalization, and was completely exhausted.He didn't have the strength to drive back to London, so decided it would be more convenient to spend the night at his childhood home.And he also misses his parents and sister whom he hasn't seen for a long time.Besides, being with his parents meant he could get away from Vlad for a while and relax.

Only Vlad apparently had other plans.

"Seriously, go back to London," he said to Vlad as he walked to his parents' house. "You're Luke's bodyguard, not mine."

"I'll be your bodyguard until we get back to London," Vlad said, his face dark and incomprehensible. "I called Luke and he told me to watch over you. He'll stay with the Hardaways until we go back."

"My parents' house is small," Sebastian objected. "There's no place for you to sleep." That's the truth.He offered to buy a bigger house for his parents, but they said no; they loved the quaint little house so much they didn't want to move.

"Never mind," Vlad shrugged. "I don't need a lot of space."

Sebastian gritted his teeth.He gave Vlad the perfect excuse to leave and give each other some distance.Why doesn't he accept it?Why is he not feeling right all day today?

He shot Vlad an exasperated glance, but Vlad stared straight ahead.Sebastian stared at his resolute profile for a moment, then looked away, picking up his pace.

When his childhood home appeared in his vision, he was slightly relieved.

It was his mother who opened the door.She gasped when she saw his face.

Sebastian smiled hurriedly and said, “I’m fine, Mom, really.”

Half an hour later, when everyone had calmed down, his mother insisted that everyone have a cup of tea before going to bed.According to Melinda Sumner, tea can cure everything.

"I really don't understand how someone could be so cruel," said his mother, still looking displeased. "If someone thinks we can only love the opposite sex, I can understand - it's not true, but people are free to think what they want - but go out and hurt innocent people because they love someone? Why? ? Why would they set up a cult to harm people who are not like them?"

Sebastian's sister met his gaze, and he avoided it, looking down at his teacup.Their mother didn't know that Mike and his brothers beat him up.

"People hate what they don't understand," his dad said.

"Maybe they're crazy bastards, too," Julia said. "They don't need a reason. Some people are just as bad as their bones."

"Maybe they're just ignorant," Vlad said quietly.

Sebastian tensed, and glanced at Vlad over the rim of his glass.He basically ignored his bodyguards since they entered the house, trying to pretend he wasn't there.Vlad was in his childhood home, which seemed eerie in any way.It never occurred to him that Vlad would be sitting and talking with his family.

"What do you mean, honey?" his mother asked.

Vlad shrugged slightly, expressionless. "There are people who don't know what to do with... different things except hate, they're just brought up that way. They don't know that some ideas are so wrong. They're just ignorant. They don't question what grown-ups say."

Sebastian stared at him.

His dad asked the question no doubt everyone was thinking: "Son, is this from your own experience?"

Vlad had no expression on his face.He nodded curtly, his blue eyes fixed on his tea. "My uncle once told me and my brother that homosexuals should be shot like mad dogs. He is the only male authority in our family, and we have no reason not to believe him."

A heavy silence enveloped the entire room.

"It's...terrible," Sebastian's mother put her hands over her mouth, staring into her black eyes. "He certainly wasn't a good parent."

"What a madman," whispered Julia.

Their mother shot her a reproachful look.She turned to Vlad with a soft smile. "You know better now, and that's what matters."

Vlad didn't respond.Her smile faded away.

A hysterical laugh escaped Sebastian's throat.God, this whole thing is just hilarious.

"He hates me, Mom," Sebastian sneered.

"Don't be silly, Sebastian," Melinda said. "How can anyone hate you?"

"He just hates me," Sebastian said.

Melinda frowned tightly, looking from Sebastian to Vlad. "My son must have made a mistake, right? You can't hate him."

Vlad shrugged. "I don't want him dead."

"Well, you can breathe a sigh of relief." Julia said sarcastically.

Vlad frowned. "I don't 'hate' him. Hate isn't the right word. But he's such a badass, so idealistic that he might hurt himself."

Melinda opened her mouth, then closed it again, without saying anything.

Julia couldn't help laughing, and said to Vlad, "I admire you."

Sebastian kicked her under the table and looked at Vlad angrily. "You're at my mother's house, at least for the time being don't speak ill of me." But he was still a little confused.Vlad doesn't hate him?This day is getting weirder and weirder.

"It's pointless to tell lies." Vlad stared closely at Sebastian, making him feel a little panicked. "If you're not so opposed to violence, you might learn to defend yourself. You're not a weakling."

"That," his mother broke in, looking uncomfortable.Sebastian felt sorry for her.Clearly she's a bit overwhelmed right now.Melinda Sumner prided herself on being a gracious and devoted hostess, but she was also fiercely protective of her children.

Melinda sipped her tea. "At least tell me you understand that your uncle is wrong."

"Of course I understand," Vlad said. "But if I hadn't moved to Moscow when I was 13, I would still believe every word he said."

"Or one of those madmen," whispered Julia.

"I guess not," Vlad replied. "It's stupid to kill people for religion or ideology. They're not doing anything good."

Sebastian's mother, father, and sister all stared at Vlad dumbfounded, with shock written all over their faces.

Sebastian couldn't take it anymore, he threw his head back and laughed.He has been completely used to Vlad's behavior, and has no feeling for his evaluation.

"It's not funny, Sebastian." His mother looked flustered and upset.

Sebastian, feeling sorry for his poor mother, stood up and grabbed Vlad's arm, pulling him up.Vlad was relieved that he didn't fight back, he didn't want to look like a fool in front of his family.

"I'm exhausted," he said. "I think I need to go to bed early." He took Vlad by the arm and led him out of the room.

"Wait, honey!" Melinda yelled. "Are you sure it's safe..." she didn't finish, blushing under Vlad's gaze.

Sebastian almost laughed.If only his mother knew what he allowed Vlad to do to his body...

"He won't kill me in my sleep," he sneered. "I'm sure of that. Good night." He walked to his old room, Vlad following closely.

Sebastian cleared his throat as the door to his childhood bedroom closed behind them.His bedroom had never looked so small. "There's a sleeping bag in the locker. The bathroom is down the hall."

Vlad said nothing.

Then there was the sound of a door being opened and shut.Sebastian exhaled.Fuck, he and Vlad were going to sleep in the same room, that was the worst idea ever.They either kill each other or fuck each other.

Sebastian wasn't sure which was worse.