Just a Bit Wicked

A few hours later, the alarm clock rang.Vlad didn't get enough sleep, so he got up and got out of bed angrily.He was still upset about what happened last night, but he had decided to pretend that kid didn't exist.That guy deliberately picks things up, he won't take the bait.The kid seemed to be specifically trying to bring out his homophobic side, hoping he would say something stupid or do something stupid so that Luke would find fault with him and tell him to pack up and go.If that's the case, he won't let these two little bastards get what they want.

After finishing his morning routine, the mouth-watering smell of fried eggs and ham lured Vlad to the kitchen.

He thought it was Luke making breakfast, but it was Sebastian standing by the fire.

Vlad paused at the door for a moment before going to the table and sitting down, staring at the empty plate in front of him.

"Good morning." Sebastian said quietly, with a smile.How can someone be so refreshed so early in the morning?

Vlad hates early risers the most, he finds them untrustworthy.And Sebastian seemed determined to continue playing last night's trick and make Vlad's life miserable.

"Looks like you're very charming this morning," Sebastian said, filling himself with a plate of breakfast.

Vlad said nothing, just stared at him unhappily.He picked up a cup of coffee from the table and took a greedy sip.

"Actually, it's mine."

Vlad paused, then took another long, slow sip.

"Bad man!" Sebastian said bitterly.

Vlad shrugged. "I don't understand, but give it back as it is." He looked up at Sebastian, and pushed the empty plate towards him.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You don't expect me to cook for you, do you?" Vlad almost laughed when he heard his frightened and angry tone.

"Yes," he said confidently. "I'm strong, besides, saving your big ass last night consumed a lot of calories." He had to admit that it was really cool to watch this kid blow his hair.

"What did you say?" Sebastian gasped. "My ass doesn't—" He paused, putting on a sweet smile. "Why, so you paid attention to my ass, Vlad. Be subtle, or people will misunderstand, buddy."

Vlad gritted his teeth. "Your ass is so big and it keeps dangling in front of my eyes, you think I'm blind, buddy." He's not blind: Sebastian's light gray sweatpants show his entire rear.Vlad stared at the lumps annoyedly for a moment before looking away. "How can you be a model with such a big butt?"

Sebastian smiled brighter. "I actually signed with 'CK', ​​probably because they don't mind my big ass."

"A strange thing," said Vlad, pushing the plate forward again. "You're hungry, don't moan."

"It's unbelievable. You stole my coffee and forced me to cook for you. Even if you have strong limbs and a simple mind, you don't know how to make people obedient except bullying, but this is too naive. Be a bit of an adult, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

"You have a lot of fantasies about me." Vlad gave him a curious look.Sebastian wasn't entirely wrong, but the way he said it made Vlad curious.

"Have you?" Sebastian leaned his hips against the table, next to Vlad's chair.His T-shirt was arched upwards, revealing a small piece of white and tight abdominal muscles. "Do you dare to say that you are not a person who is used to sending others around? You lose your temper when things go wrong?"

"I was a security director for a billionaire for ten years, and my job was to send other people to do their job," Vlad said impatiently. "Get out of the way, it's squeezing me."

"Are you worried about getting the base smell?" Sebastian tilted his head with a sly look in his eyes. "I'm afraid you're already on a pirate ship." He licked his lips and blinked.

This little second chair.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Vlad said through gritted teeth.

"Maybe," Sebastian said, taking a few steps closer, stopping between Vlad's splayed thighs. "Do you feel it? Or are you going to scold me and beat me again?"

Vlad gave him a look, hoping he hadn't shown anything. "I don't like this. You don't want to get me fired."

"What?" Sebastian frowned.

"Pack less," Vlad said. "You know Luke got me fired for trying to find fault with Roman and sue me. You think teasing me is going to do some shitty homophobic shit like you bastards in a fit of rage? Dreaming. "

"You're pretty good at it," Sebastian pouted.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vlad scowled. "Anyway, no matter how you pick things up, I won't take care of them, just save yourself." After speaking, he backed away.The guy was so close, he was uncomfortable and itchy.

Sebastian just stared at him for a while longer. "No matter how you pick it, it's useless?" He said softly, his eyes once again flashed with evil intentions.

Vlad had an ominous premonition, but the gauntlet had already been poured out for what he said. "Forget it. That bastard in Whitford has already caused me to be fired once, and I can't fall into this again." Even if he suffocates to death, he has to keep his words in his stomach. The two boys want Roman to give He looks at the colors, dreaming.

"Aren't you going to let your temper go? Should I applaud you?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows slightly. "If you really realize how narrow-minded and hurtful your thinking is, and decide to change your ways, I will definitely appreciate you."

"It's a democratic world and I can think what I want."

"Of course," Sebastian said kindly. "But sometimes your thoughts can cause actual harm. Have you ever stopped to think how many people are sad and inferior because you despise their natural sexuality?"

Vlad rolled his eyes. "Don't add drama yourself. I'll just talk about it. If you can't accept different opinions, then it's not my fault."

"Just talk about it," Sebastian repeated lightly, with a more gloomy expression.He continued softly: "You know, when I was 17, there lived a boy on my street. He was my first boyfriend and my first kiss. A few bad guys like you found out about us, calling us glassy, ​​disgusting fags, perverts, saying we're going to hell, stuff like that — just talking, you know."

Vlad leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "What's wrong?"

"He killed himself," Sebastian said, his voice hoarse, looking at him. "It's because a villain like you can't hold back his mouth. One mouth can melt gold, one can burn bones, and one's saliva can drown people."

Vlad pursed his lips.He looked away, and it took a moment before he looked back at Sebastian. "That's because of his glassy heart," he said gruffly. "If you don't, you will live well."

"I survived because I'm different from him, my family is not religious, I'm out, and I'm used to the crap. He's different. So next time, please tell me Think twice before using 'Pervert' and 'Second Chair'."

Vlad hated being lectured, and even more hated being caught off guard.

"Have you talked enough?" Vlad stood up abruptly.He didn't intend to get so close, but in fact he almost envelops Sebastian.While Sebastian wasn't much shorter than him, he wasn't much bigger, and he had no trouble keeping the glib little thing in check.Thinking of this, Vlad felt a strange pleasure in his heart.

Sebastian licked his lips nervously, obviously aware of their disparity in strength.But he didn't budge, and their faces were only centimeters apart.

"As expected," Sebastian murmured. "When there is no answer, it resorts to violence."

"I have a lot to say, but I just don't want to hurt your sensitive 'glass' heart."

Sebastian's eyes glowed. “Let me be clear with you: while I don’t really care what labels are put on me, some bisexuals don’t like being lumped in with gay or straight. Bisexuality is a real thing too. Sexuality, all sexuality should be treated with the same respect."

Knowing that it would drive Sebastian crazy, Vlad shrugged indifferently. "Gays go through the back door, you go through the back door, it's the same."

Sebastian's cheeks twitched. "You stupid—uh!" He growled in a low voice, raised his hands as if he was speechless, and looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Vlad smiled and crossed his arms. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to—" Sebastian gave him a push. "Well, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"What's the matter with you?" Luke's worried voice cut them off.

Vlad didn't turn around, still looking at Sebastian's flushed face with a smile.

"Sebastian, did Vlad mess with you?" Luke said. "As long as you say 'yes', I will let him go immediately, and no one is allowed to be rude to my guests."

Sebastian's eyes flicked back and forth between Vlad and Luke hesitantly.

Vlad raised an eyebrow.He dares.

Sebastian stared at him, his lips pressed together tightly. "Nothing, I can handle him."

Vlad looked Sebastian in the eye.He is a little unsure now, who is the one who is going to fight in the afternoon.