Just a Bit Wicked

When he arrived in London, he was greeted by thick fog and heavy rain.

Vlad got out of the taxi in front of the Whitford Building, and just a few steps before entering the door, he was completely chilled.All he wanted now was a cup of hot tea and dry clothes, but he had to go through several cumbersome security checks to take the private elevator to Luke's luxury apartment on the top floor, which delayed him for nearly a quarter of an hour.While the security system is quite satisfactory, waiting like a drowned chicken is not a good thing.After his request to enter was approved, the door of the private elevator slowly opened, and Vlad was in the mansion, feeling uneasy that he was on the verge of exploding.He waited impatiently for Luke to show up, and quietly followed the familiar voice to the kitchen.

"...I still don't understand why you want him," was Luke's voice. "He hates me, I can't trust him."

"Then trust me. Vlad is the top in their profession. He protected me for ten years and didn't let a single assassin succeed." Speaking of this, Roman's voice softened a little. "If it weren't for the current situation, I wouldn't be looking for him, but..."

Luke sighed. "I see. He's almost here, isn't he?"

"Yes," Roman replied. "Come in, Vlad, and stop eavesdropping."

Vlad walked into the kitchen and pretended not to be surprised by the scene before him.

Luke was leaning against Roman's chest, and Roman was playing with his golden curls.When Roman's icy blue eyes met Vlad over Luke's shoulder, the tenderness and sweetness in them faded instantly, leaving only the familiar coldness and calculation that Vlad was familiar with.

"Hi, Vlad." Luke greeted lazily without looking at him.

Roman omitted the greetings. "I'm going to leave early for a month, maybe longer."

Luke sighed and buried his face in Roman's neck. "I don't want you to go."

"I know." Roman hugged his arm tightly.

Vlad, feeling uncomfortable, silently shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Come back safely, okay?" Luke's voice was so low that Vlad could barely hear it.

The moment Roman and Vlad's eyes met, some inexplicable emotions flashed through his pupils.They all understood that he was Roman Demidov, a name that never came with ease.Roman is ruthless and has deep roots, but there are also people who are equal to him in this world.Vlad had heard gossip in Moscow that Roman was planning to clean up his crimes and was doing so with great fanfare.His old friends on the trail were less than happy.

"I will," Roman replied.

Luke looked up and gave Roman a slightly sad smile.As much as Vlad hated Luke, he had to admit that the kid wasn't stupid.His father was killed on a "business trip", which is very similar to this time.

Luke reached out and stroked Roman's chest, adjusted his tie for him, and smiled crookedly. "If you don't come back alive, I will be very angry with you." He pulled Roman's tie to make him bow his head, and met his lips.

Vlad rolled his eyes.

After about half a minute, the sound of lips and tongues intertwined wetly stopped.

"I have to catch a plane, Curly." Roman said and backed away.

Luke said nothing, just hugged himself.

Roman stared at him for a long time, then to Vlad. "If anything happens to him, I'm the only one to ask. Follow him closely, no matter where he goes, there are no exceptions."

Luke cut in suddenly, "He won't be at the engagement party tomorrow."

"No exceptions," Roman repeated, meeting Luke's eyes. "I'm serious, Luke."

Luke stared at him harder.

A smile appeared on Roman's face, and the chill in his eyes melted away.He tugged the boy towards him, pouring his possessiveness into a deep, greedy kiss. "Be good while I'm away," he said hoarsely. "Be a good boy, for me."

Luke's eyes dimmed.Vlad didn't want to know what the two of them were playing in private.

Roman nodded to Vlad, turned and left.

An awkward silence filled the room.

Vlad and Luke stood there staring.

Vlad never liked the kid.He looked too pretty, too innocent, and too... gay.His frivolity always made Vlad feel like he was on pins and needles.

Luke finally spoke. "You really don't need to accompany me, I don't want you to go. The scene will definitely be super embarrassing. Although I am used to your homophobic face, I don't want you to offend the host of the party."

Vlad frowned. "You mean..."

"Yeah, it's a couple getting engaged," Luke said, meeting Vlad's eyes provocatively, to see if he dared to say anything nasty. "Ever heard of Tristan Dewar?"

of course.Not many stars at Tristan's level come out. "I heard, the second chair who played for Chelsea and just came out of the closet."

Luke shook his head. "If you can't even guarantee the minimum etiquette, don't even think about going, so as not to disturb other people's good life."

Vlad rolled his eyes. "I can control myself. Didn't I restrain myself just now?"

"Is there? Is that disgusting look on your face an illusion?"

Vlad said nothing.

Luke sighed. "Listen, I know we don't like each other. Let's make a deal: you don't have to follow me unless necessary. Roman won't find out abroad."

"I want to live a few more years, kid," Vlad sneered. "He told me to follow, and I will always follow. I promise you will be safe and sound, and you will be fine if you are pleasing to the eye."

Luke raised his eyebrows. "Are you afraid of him?"

"Yes." Vlad said frankly.This little guy has never seen how ruthless Roman's methods can be.When dealing with people like Roman, it is best to be cautious, even if he hides his secrets, his nature is hard to change. "You're not afraid of him because you're stupid. He's straight even if you lick him like hell; he'll get over it soon enough."

"Every time I think I can tolerate you, you throw cold water on me." Luke blinked, tilted his head, and looked at him curiously. "Sometimes I wonder if you mean that to me, or Roman."

Vlad glared at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Luke shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.

Vlad gritted his teeth and followed. "You don't want to talk to me after you've said such foolish nonsense on your own."

"It's kind of stupid," Luke said to himself. "Of course I know you don't mean that to the two of us—it's just that you have been very basic and depressed for a long time, right?"

Vlad clenched his fists, trying not to recall the pleasure of a certain hotel room and a wet mouth. "I'm not gay, and I don't have any repression in my heart. You're called Kei, don't be so pathetic."

Luke smiled and shook his head. "Say what you want. Anyway, Tristan Dewar is the only openly gay football star in the world. He is a celebrity even after he retires. His coming out means a lot to us. There will definitely be many tomorrow. LGBT people in attendance. You either play nice or you don't go, it's that simple. Tristan's brother is my best friend and I will never let you go and make a fuss."

"I don't make random comments," Vlad said, frowning thoughtfully.If the party has a lot of well-known gay people, it's more likely that the cult will choose to do it there.He had to go even if he didn't want to.He has to be loyal to his duty, that's the most important thing.

From the look in Luke's eyes, he still couldn't trust Vlad. "That's up to you," he said softly. "The party starts at six o'clock tomorrow night, so don't be late."

Vlad glared at him. "I'm not going anywhere. Didn't Roman tell you I'm going to live here?"

Luke's eyes widened. "What—" he didn't continue, shaking his head while sighing. "Forget it, come with me, and I'll take you to your room."

Luke's shoulders tensed, and it was estimated that Roman would suffer.

Vlad couldn't be bothered.He didn't come to socialize, he came to work.

"And, Vlad," Luke said nicely. "You can think whatever you want, but if you insult my friend because of sexual orientation, I will not be polite. As long as I get a handle, I will fire you, and I will ignore what Roman says. If you let me not Comfortable, I won't bear it. Enough hostility has been directed against us, and I won't suffer this in my own home. Understand?"

"Understood." He had to say, this kid has a lot of backbone, which is worthy of respect.