Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (10 page)

Seth’s dick pulsing
harder at the touch got him so angry, he pushed Dom off, using a lot more
strength than he did before. “If you’re so experienced, why don’t you bottom?”

He didn’t even notice
when Domenico managed to push him to his back again. And the fucking finger was
still locked in Seth’s ass. “I bottomed enough,” rasped Domenico, just before
his teeth sank into Seth’s collarbone, creating a delicious yet confusing
mixture of pleasure and pain.

“So why can’t you do it
again? I’m a good top. Or we can just chill and make out.” Seth squeezed his
buttocks on the finger, trying to think of a way out. He was always nervous
about bottoming, it felt vulnerable, which was the last thing he wanted to seem
to Dom.

“No.” Domenico groaned,
opening Seth’s mouth again with a kiss. His fragrant hair was all over Seth’s
face, and Seth was getting addicted to that smoke-tasting mouth already. “I’ll
give you the night of your life.”

Seth hesitated, but his
resolve to struggle weakened. He never thought Domenico would be trying to
charm him in bed. “Why would you care?”

“I already told you, my
sweet bride, each night can be the last.” One of Domenico’s eyes caught the
pale light from outside and it made his iris almost translucent. He looked
amazing. So good that Seth didn’t even have the energy to fight him over being
called a ‘sweet bride’.

“But you hate my guts.”
Seth was breathless. If this really were his last night alive, would he be
willing to spend it in bed with Domenico Acerbi? Another glance into the
handsome face above him told him that yes, he probably would.

Domenico chuckled and leaned
down to nuzzle his neck. “No, believe me, all the hatred I had for you has been
ripped out.” Just as Dom’s teeth nipped Seth’s bottom lip, the finger in his
ass moved.

“OhmyGoddon’t!” Seth’s
eyes went wide, and he grazed his nails down Dom’s back. It hurt, he couldn’t
stop clenching his muscles, and on top of that, he didn’t want to show any kind
of weakness. He could already feel the sex would be just as much about power as
it would be about pleasure.

The finger stilled right
away though, and Domenico cradled Seth closer, kissing his quivering lips.
“It’ll stop as soon as you calm down. Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel
amazing.”

It reminded Seth of what
he used to tell guys if they were reluctant. It had to work because they were
usually happy afterward. But this was demonic Domenico speaking. The guy surely
had ulterior motives. “Don’t tell me what to do,” Seth moaned, brushing his
lips against Dom’s as he spoke.

“I’m merely giving you a
piece of advice,” whispered Domenico, trailing small kisses along Seth’s jaw.
“And stop resisting. Whether you want it or not, I’m now your closest ally.”

As much as Seth didn’t
want to, he had to agree with that. If not Domenico, then who else would care
for him and teach him skills that could save his life in the future? Peter
would never understand, he was a civilian. Seth’s mother was dead, Vincente was
scorned with Father’s decision, and his father hated gay men. In light of that,
Dom did have some characteristics of an ally. There was no one else Seth could rely
on, and he sure as hell wasn’t skilled enough to rely on himself. He slowly
tried to relax his muscles, with his face hidden in the crook of Dom’s neck.

Domenico groaned.
“That’s better.”

As the finger inside of
Seth moved, he had no idea how to get accustomed to this new feeling. The macho
part of him screamed he shouldn’t submit like this and that getting fucked
would be losing to Dom in the power struggle. He tried to breathe deeply and
kissed the skin under Dom’s ear, uselessly fighting the tremble in his body.

“That’s it, breathe,”
whispered Domenico, getting to his knees without removing the digit from Seth’s
body. Seth followed his movement and soon recognized a bottle of lubricant in
Dom’s other hand. Strangely, he didn’t feel soothed but petrified. He was
getting fucked tonight and had no idea how he felt about it, even if his dick
was saying ‘yes, please’.

“Don’t patronize me,”
Seth muttered and put an arm over his face. Having his jogging bottoms pulled
down halfway was worse than being naked. Domenico was taking his time,
penetrating him with two fingers that seemed far too rough to the touch and too
thick.

Seth clung to Dom in
panic, gently biting down on his own arm and curling his toes. He didn’t want
to say it hurt and look like a pussy. At least Dom’s scent was soothing.

“You might want to turn
over,” said Dom, withdrawing the intruding fingers and brushing his hand over
one buttock.

Seth swallowed and
nodded but didn’t dare look into his eyes, too busy getting his breathing in
order. The whole situation seemed surreal and in the end, he decided he’d feel
better if he actually was naked instead of just having his ass exposed like a
target board. “Yeah, I… just…” he excused himself and took off his top, before
pushing his pants to the floor.

He felt the bed move
behind him, and he tensed like a frightened rabbit just before the wolf snaps
its neck. The strong hands on his back groomed him for a cock that was now
rhythmically brushing over his exposed ass.

Seth lay on his stomach
and supported himself on his elbows. He couldn’t help it. He was as tense as
when he was given his first gun at the age of thirteen. His anus was throbbing
and slightly sore, but stretched… He didn’t know what to think of it,
especially when the cock moved between his buttcheeks and slid against the
hole.

“You’re making me so
fucking hot," whispered Dom, nudging his dick against the tender flesh of
Seth’s ass.

Was Seth supposed to
feel proud or defeated? He wasn’t sure, but having a cock between his buttocks
brought him new levels of embarrassment. He tensed his muscles and dropped his
head, hiding his face in his arms. Dom was extremely hot. Seth wanted him, of
course he did, but he wasn’t sure whether he could be a bottom. He really was
as anxious as a Sicilian bride, and while the size of Dom’s cock was a feast
for the eyes, it only made Seth more nervous. Help came Acerbi style.

“Bear down,” soothed
Domenico. Long hair fell on the small of Seth’s back, teasing him into
obedience. “It will hurt, but the less, the better.” Then, his cock pushed
between his buttocks, all oily, pushing on the hole without actually trying to
breach its resistance.

Seth looked back,
already sweaty again. “What are you doing? Are you fucking me or not? Stop
playing around with me,” he blurted out because he was unsure of what was
happening. Was Dom just having fun rubbing himself off between his buttocks?
Not knowing was the worst, he’d rather just get on with it.

“Shhh, just try to
relax,” muttered Dom, moving his cock back and forth and shivering slightly.
Each time the cockhead pushed over Seth’s anus was like a knife to Seth’s
throat.

“Don’t talk to me like
I’m a baby,” he whined and plopped his face into the pillow in frustration.
Worst thing was, his own dick never lost interest, throbbing for attention
every time Dom’s hair brushed over his skin. Every time the cockhead pushed at
his sensitive skin. Every time Dom’s strangely rough fingertips traced his
tense back. But the pain of the entry did make Seth forget all about his own
dick. Domenico’s fingers dug deep into Seth’s hips, holding him in place as he
forced in that tree trunk of a cock.

“Fuck,” Seth hissed into
the pillow and bit his lip in pain. He let out a high-pitched moan, and all his
muscles froze in tension, including the ones in his ass, which clamped down on
the cock between his buttocks. It fucking hurt. Of course Dom would say it
wouldn’t. What did he care? Seth swore at himself though. How did he get
himself in this position? Handing over his ass on a platter.

Domenico’s groan
thundered over his back, soothed by warm fingers. “Don’t clench so much.”

“I can’t, it hurts,”
Seth whispered into the pillow, half hoping he wouldn’t be heard. Dom’s cock
was hot and hard, but it felt alien. Like they were together but didn’t really
connect.

“Told you as much.”
Instead of withdrawing, Domenico inched even farther in.

“Great, just fucking
great
.” Not one of his breaths came out full, and Seth clenched his teeth.
He wouldn’t give Dom the satisfaction of humiliating him further. The pain was
nowhere near getting his finger cut off, but it never left, like a constantly
scratched scab.

“Stop whining. Everyone
goes through this at some point,” muttered Domenico, grabbing Seth’s flesh and
holding on to it as his cock went in inch by inch. It felt like it would never
stop moving.

“Not everyone,” Seth
moaned, looking up at the wall in front of him. With Dom not even lying on top
of him, he felt disconnected, like he was only useful and attractive if he
offered himself up for sex. No one had ever objectified him in such a way. Even
his excitement waned now when he couldn’t look at Dom or feel him much. He
wanted a hug but wasn’t about to sound like a pussy and ask for it.

Fortunately, he didn’t
have to, as Dom embraced his arms, burying his face between Seth’s shoulder
blades. That was good. “There will be a time when you will long for pain like
this.”

Seth arched up into Dom,
enjoying his weight and trying to focus on that instead of the dick stretching
him. He did remember Peter even masturbated with a dildo and loved penetration.
Seth clearly wasn’t made for it. Maybe his body was unusually tight? “You don’t
long for it?” he whispered, not cheered up much.

“Not me.” Domenico sank
his teeth in Seth’s shoulder blade. He crossed his forearms under Seth and
grabbed his shoulders, splayed over him and already consuming his still-living
prey.

“How do you know I
will?” Seth moaned at the bite. It took him a second to evaluate it, but he
liked it. A lot. It felt fleshy and visceral. He’d never been the prey, and it
was a unique experience.

“I just do,” murmured
Domenico into his skin, soothing the bite with a kiss. “Maybe it’s the bond we
share.” And with that rasp, he forced in all of his cock, pressing on something
deep inside Seth, like he reached a limit and was now knocking on a locked
door. “Now it’ll only be easier.”

Seth panted to hold
himself in check. “I don’t want to listen to any of this,” he whined, rubbing
his cheek against the pillow. It still hurt, but he wouldn’t give Dom the
satisfaction.

“I just wanted to calm
you down.” All of a sudden, Domenico’s weight pushed Seth even farther into the
mattress, as if he rested his whole body weight on him. “I can stop talking
altogether.”

They lay in silence,
without doing much, but that made Seth focus on the pain more. He did like
feeling Dom’s chest hair on his back. “Uhm… no, speak,” he whispered, barely
loud enough to be heard.

Domenico chuckled, going
up his neck in a ladder of small kisses. “You’re being so whiny.”

“You’d be whining as well.”
Seth sighed. Each move, his or Dom’s, affected the way the dick inside of him
stretched his muscles. It was as if he had a magnifying glass over each nerve
in his body. The kisses calmed him down only slightly. The dissonance between
the pain Dom caused him and the gentleness he was capable of showing was akin
to a tank having bubble wrap over its tracks.

“No, I took it like a
man.” The hold Domenico had on him was like an iron cage and wouldn’t give when
Seth’s body came awake as the cock started moving in him again.

“Stop, it hurts.” Seth
panicked, tensing up after just a few thrusts. He wanted to take it ‘like a
man’, he really did, but it was all too much. His throat was tight, his body
trembled and he wanted to cry. He was relieved when the movement stopped and
Domenico hugged him again, tightening his legs around Seth’s.

“That bad?”

“It shouldn’t, should
it? There’s something wrong with me.” Seth’s heart was in a frenzy, but he
liked Dom’s hot breath on his nape. It reminded him that there was a living,
breathing person with him.

“Stay the way you are,
don’t move,” gasped Domenico. In one fluid, and very slow movement, he was out,
leaving Seth strangely sore and empty.

Seth swallowed, suddenly
wanting him back. Being alone and exposed wasn’t his idea of fun, but then it
dawned on him. “I hope you’re getting a condom, yeah?” How could he forget
that? How stupid could one be?

Domenico smiled at him
and moments later, Seth’s body shook when cool liquid dribbled down his crack.

“Here I come,” rasped Dom,
climbing back on Seth’s back. There was no preparation this time, he pushed it
in, all greasy and hot.

“Oh fuck.” Seth’s eyes
went wide, and he ended up getting pushed into the mattress, but surprisingly,
this time, only a slight discomfort was left. Why did the fucker not use more
lube in the first place? Was this the ‘torture the virgin’ game? He put his
cheek on the pillow, holding back a smile of relief. He knew it couldn’t be
that bad if Peter bottomed all the time.

“Yeah, you like it?”
Domenico’s teeth grazed his shoulder as he slowly withdrew, the cock creating a
sore yet delightful friction.