Just a Bit Wicked

The bumbling little bastard ignored him.He had been treated as if he hadn't existed since the day they returned to London.

Seriously, it was best this way, and Vlad made up his mind to ignore Sebastian.The less dealing with that guy the better.Well - at least in theory.

But in fact, he hated the feeling of being ignored.damn it.

He must have lost his mind.This is the only explanation.

Vlad looked at the guy who made him so depressed.

Sebastian was lying on the sofa with a thick book in his hands, stretching comfortably.Unlike Vlad's cloudy appearance, he looked extremely relaxed, engrossed in his books.He hadn't looked at Vlad or spoken to him since his return to London.Vlad was pissed like hell because—because he was supposed to be the one putting on airs.Sebastian should be the one depressed to death, not him.

How could he be so childish?Where did it all go?Vlad's face contorted.

While disgusting himself, he looked away and locked the TV screen.

Thirty seconds later, he found himself staring at Sebastian again.

Sebastian had a particularly small mole on his snow-white neck, next to a faint red mark.His teeth and lips left marks there.

Vlad looked away.

Maybe he was so depressed because they didn't confront each other.Since Sebastian had made up his mind to pretend they hadn't had that little trip together, Vlad hadn't had the chance to tell him that the sex was pointless.Vlad secretly hoped that Sebastian would confront him, call him gay, and then he would have the opportunity to deny everything.

But Sebastian didn't even glance over at him, damn it, he was going to explode.He wanted to stand up, go over and grab Sebastian, shake him hard, push him down, and pin him on the sofa—

Vlad got up quickly and left the living room.He bent his fingers and knocked hastily on the door of the study, pushed the door open and walked in. "Are you going out today?" he asked.

Luke was on the phone and looked up from his laptop. "Andrew, wait a minute." He put down the phone. "I'm going to work from home today, Roman asked." He frowned. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Vlad hoped he would answer yes.He wished he could tell Luke that he had to take Vlad out of the apartment right away, so he could stay away from Sebastian, away from his skin, his lips, his eyes.Hell, he wished someone from Chavez was around.

"Nothing," he said. "It's just uncomfortable being locked up in the house."

He resolutely closed the door and sighed.

This madness had better be over.

***

It didn't pass.

At night, he was going to leave depressed.

He devoured the food in a huff, could not taste it, his mind was not on the food at all.He glared at Sebastian, hating himself for not being able to ignore the guy.He watched Sebastian and Luke talking about some people they both knew, trying to convince himself that he was looking at them both.

He wasn't looking at either of them.

Sometimes Sebastian would blink slowly, his eyelashes drooping down his cheeks, before raising his eyes to look at the person he was talking to, and the whole process was so slow and sleepy, like a fawn.

To make matters worse, Vlad was pretty sure Luke had noticed him staring at Sebastian.Sebastian ignored him throughout dinner while Luke eyed him curiously.Sebastian hadn't looked at him all day, and he didn't want to pay too much attention to it, but he just couldn't.

He wanted to roar: Look at me!look at me.look at me.look at me.

Fuck, he's like a kid who's smitten with a pretty chick.

But he wasn't a brat, and Sebastian wasn't a pretty chick by any means.He is just beautiful.The thief is fucking beautiful.He looks so pretty when he smiles——

Vlad almost snorted.Did he really think that way just now?

"Take a picture, Vlad," Luke said suddenly. "You can keep watching."

Sebastian's smile froze on his lips.He still didn't look at Vlad.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Vlad glared at Luke angrily.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "You've been staring at Seba for half an hour."

"I was just thinking, if one day he can no longer easily make money with that pretty face, what else can he do."

Sebastian turned his head slowly towards Vlad, his cheekbones stained with a blush. "Really? What a coincidence! I was just thinking, you can make money just by standing stupidly against the wall and showing off your muscles. If one day this trick doesn't work, what else can you do?"

"Okay, kids," Luke said, standing up. "I don't have time to watch you guys pull each other's pigtails."

"We do not--"

"we are not--"

"Okay," Luke said, walking out of the kitchen, Vlad annoyed by the unrestrained banter in his voice.

Vlad looked at Sebastian.

The atmosphere was tense, the viscous tension between them almost materializing.

Sebastian stuck out his tongue to moisten his lips, got up abruptly and left the kitchen.

Vlad looked at Sebastian's cup of tea.

Almost nothing less.

***

For the rest of the week, the situation remained the same, with Sebastian either avoiding him or ignoring him.Vlad wished he could do the same, but the more Sebastian ignored him, the annoyed he got, bloody hell.He was on the verge of doing something in his head, he told himself that the current situation was for the good of everyone.

It was harder at night.During the day he could still suppress those memories and thoughts, but at night, he had nowhere to escape.He doesn't sleep well - he hasn't slept well in a week.

Vlad sighed a long time, rolled over on his back, and looked at the dark night sky through the window beside the bed.The whole apartment was eerily quiet, the other two had gone to bed hours ago.He was the only one still awake, and some lingering thoughts were running in his head.

He couldn't deny it anymore, he wasn't as straight as he always thought he was.But the most he's willing to admit is here, if only to himself.anything else...

Vlad stopped, not thinking further.He was never good at introspection.Seriously, he'd rather not think alone.If he thinks about it alone, he will become restless and feel vaguely empty.When he thought about it, there was always something about his life that was utterly wrong—something about himself—but he never thought it through.

This past week had finally given him the answer, and he didn't like it at all.

The sound of footsteps suddenly interrupted his thoughts.Someone was walking around the apartment.

Vlad tensed, took the gun from the bedside table, and rolled out of bed.

The corridor was dark and empty.

There were some noises in the living room.

He looked over and saw Sebastian standing in the middle of the living room.

Vlad put down his gun and turned on the light.This time he wasn't surprised to see Sebastian's bleary eyes—he was sleepwalking again.

Vlad looked at him, not quite sure what to do next.Sebastian was wearing only a pair of baggy pajama bottoms, hanging precariously on his crotch.

Vlad suddenly felt his mouth dry. He licked his lips, looked away from Sebastian's hipbones, and walked over.He remembered Sebastian telling him that he only sleepwalked when he was stressed about something.Vlad put his hand on Sebastian's shoulder and shook it gently as he wondered what was stressing him out this time. "Wake up."

Sebastian flinched and collapsed on top of Vlad with his eyes closed, his breathing even again.He was actually asleep now, snoring small into Vlad's neck.

Vlad's breathing was trembling, and his panties tightened suddenly.He cursed every god he could think of, repeating, "Wake up."

Sebastian muttered sleepily, and went straight into his arms.His slightly parted lips brushed against Vlad's skin, sending goosebumps up his neck.

Vlad closed his eyes and took a deep breath.It's pure torture.

"Don't sleep." He tried to ignore how much he wanted to hold Sebastian tighter, to feel him. "Sebastian," he called his name gruffly, trying to hold on to what little self-control he had left.

Finally, Sebastian's eyelids lifted up tremblingly.He stared at Vlad, eyes still sleepy and a little confused.

"I hate my brain." Sebastian sighs, looking a bit self-absorbed.He raised his hand and placed it on the back of Vlad's head. "Come here, and kiss me."

Vlad stiffened.Then he realized that Sebastian thought he was still dreaming.

"Come on." Sebastian murmured sleepily, lowering his head with his hands.

Vlad had never been so vulnerable to temptation.All he'd been able to do for the past few days was look at Sebastian—watching, longing for his attention—and now, his self-control was flimsy.He was deeply attracted by the man in front of him, he was bee, and he was honey.

He stared at Sebastian's lips and told himself deliriously: Just a kiss.Just kiss.

He pressed his lips to Sebastian's and swallowed the moan that was about to escape.He cupped Sebastian's face and licked the inside of his mouth.Sebastian responds positively, brilliantly, his lips so horny, his arms wrapped tightly around Vlad's neck to bring him closer.They kissed, small moans floating around the room—whether it was him or Sebastian, Vlad couldn't tell.Fuck, this feels so good that his body aches.

Suddenly, Sebastian froze in his arms.He reached out and pushed Vlad, pulling his lips away. "Wait," he gasped. "I'm not dreaming."

Vlad clenched his fists and backed away with a sigh.He couldn't look Sebastian directly.He can't say he's confused, like Sebastian, or that he just fell asleep.

"How did I—did I just sleepwalk here?"

"Yes." Vlad replied curtly.He could feel Sebastian looking at him, and he felt the urge to cover his crotch, but he held back.His half-erect cock was sticking out.

"I..." Sebastian didn't continue.

Vlad looked at him.Sebastian's shoulders tense, his fingers caressing his lips.When their eyes met, Sebastian licked his moist lips and cleared his throat. "Good night." He said hoarsely, and walked out of the living room.

Vlad had been holding his breath, and then he let out a long breath and relaxed.