Just a Bit Wicked

Antonio Bonaventura was a tall, dark-haired, olive-skinned man with very white teeth and a charming smile.

Vlad hated him from the first sight.

Antonio smiled at Vlad, gave him a cursory glance of admiration, then shook his hand firmly, brushing his thumb ambiguously over Vlad's wrist. "Call me Tony."

Sebastian cleared his throat and put a hand on Vlad's bicep. "Well, this is Vlad, my..." He didn't know what to say for a while, and his brows frowned even tighter. "Friend." He finally said it.

Antonio chuckled. "A friend like me, right, beauty?" He winked narrowly at Sebastian, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and kissed the corner of Sebastian's mouth.

Vlad forced himself to let go of his fist.He looked away, not sure what he was doing here.He shouldn't have come.As long as he thought about going to bed with that guy over there, he felt queasy and faintly nauseous.Although he would be full of doubts after he was done with Sebastian, he never felt uncomfortable touching Sebastian or kissing Sebastian.

He wants to get out of here.

The only reason he's here is because he doesn't want Sebastian to be alone with that glib Italian.Vlad hated the way the guy looked at Sebastian, like he was ripping his clothes off.

In a little while, he was going to actually strip him naked.

Vlad gritted his teeth and told himself he didn't care.Freedom from each other - they agreed.They owe nothing to anyone.Sebastian can touch anyone he wants.Any other man—or woman—could touch Sebastian.Vlad had no right to interfere.

Antonio's hand moves down, over Sebastian's back.

Vlad took a step towards them, then forced himself to stop.Sebastian wasn't his.He has no right to do that.He doesn't want any rights either.

Sebastian, still chatting with Antonio, glanced at Vlad.Vlad didn't quite understand what he meant.

Antonio's hand moved down a little more.He smiled and leaned against Sebastian.His lips touched Sebastian's.He was kissing Sebastian, kissing Sebastian's sweet, perfect lips, touching him, holding him—

Vlad's self-control crumbled.

He tore the bastard away from Sebastian and flung it aside.Antonio hit a chair and fell to the ground.He cursed in Italian, yelling at Vlad, "What the hell are you trying to do?" He stood up, grunting. "Is your little Russian lover crazy, Sebastian?"

"Go away," Vlad said to the Italian.

Antonio sneered and took a step forward. "You think you can—"

"I think you'd better go, Tony," Sebastian said, looking at Vlad oddly.

"You let me go?" Antonio exploded angrily.

"Yes," Sebastian said. "Sorry, I'll explain later."

"You'd better explain it clearly!" Antonio grabbed his coat angrily and rushed out.

The door was slammed shut. "Well, what's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked.

Antonio kissed his lips red and bright.

Vlad pulled him into his arms and kissed him with all his might.He was on the verge of collapse, and every cell in his body yearned to be closer to Sebastian, to hold him tightly, sneak into his body, let them melt and reshape together, until Sebastian was from heart to heart. They all have Vlad's name on them.

He finally gave Sebastian a chance to breathe.Sebastian stared at him in bewilderment, two blushes floating on his snow-white cheeks.

"You tell that Italian to stop touching you," said Vlad.

Sebastian's eyes widen. "I'll tell him? Why?"

Vlad opened his mouth, then closed it again.He said gruffly, "Because he smells so disgusting that your mouth stinks with him."

Sebastian smiled. "Theoretically, if I find someone who doesn't smell so disgusting, you can accept it?"

Vlad growled. "You little bastard is so bad." As he said, he kissed him hard again.

Sebastian smiled happily. "I'm six feet tall, not small."

"You're a little bastard anyway," Vlad said, and kissed him again, softer this time.God, he couldn't kiss enough.

After they finished that kiss, Sebastian looked at him seriously. "We're not the only ones for each other, Vlad. Ordinary friends with benefits, remember?"

Vlad's fingers dug into Sebastian's side. "Remember."

"Then what were you doing?" Sebastian asked.Despite his heckling, he didn't look angry.He pursed his lips and looked soft.

Vlad wanted to kiss him.

"I'm an uneducated, possessive primitive, have you forgotten?" He managed to sound more relaxed. "How else would we meet?"

Sebastian bit his lip, the expression on his face revealing his inner conflict. "That's different. Nina has been your girlfriend for two years. I'm different. We just had friends with benefits for a month."

Vlad didn't know how to respond.Sebastian is right.He had no right to think that he was the only one who could kiss Sebastian's mouth, and all of his skin.Nothing about Sebastian is his, and he'd better keep it in mind.This isn't a serious relationship - that's what he said to Sebastian himself.

"Listen to me," Sebastian said. "I know I shouldn't be asking you to have a threesome. I know you're not ready. But you can't do it either - you can't act like a jealous boyfriend, it's messing with my brain Don't do it, okay? Don't complicate things."

Vlad nodded stiffly.

"Fine. Now let's go to bed." Sebastian took Vlad's hand with a soft smile and led him to the bedroom.Vlad followed obediently, though he groaned inwardly, and it seemed the little bastard was enjoying his messy jealousy.

Vlad didn't feel much better about it, he felt like a sucker.He was the one who screwed up, both to himself and to Sebastian.Normal friends with benefits don't want to possess each other; normal friends with benefits don't attack other people who caress each other.Sebastian should have kicked him out right away instead of chuckling; otherwise, Vlad should have ended the matter himself.Sebastian deserves better.Vlad liked him.He really appreciates him as a person.He doesn't want to hurt him, he doesn't want to be another Mike Fletcher.

But you are.A voice in his subconscious was mocking him.You are as black as a crow.You still can't admit that you are a second chair, and you think you are a better person.

Sebastian pushed him onto the bed, straddling his lap. "What do you want tonight?" he asked, grinning mischievously, slipping his hand under Vlad's T-shirt and lighting it around.

He is so beautiful.How can a man be so beautiful, hell.

"You," Vlad replied hoarsely, pulling him closer and kissing him.

He kisses Sebastian, the voice in his head fading away.He lost himself in Sebastian's seductive smell and smell, asking for it, but never getting enough.

But Vlad knew he would hear that voice again.

As always.