Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) (21 page)

“Okay, okay, don’t close
your eyes then. Tadam!” Seth held up the cage with the piglet with a grin. It
was so exciting to be cooking from scratch this way, a whole new challenge. He
remembered his grandmother killing a goose when he was young, and he hadn’t
been freaked out by it. He liked meat, and he wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t
know where it came from.

Dom’s eyes got so big it
looked like they could pop out any second. “What the fuck? I can smell its
feces. We sleep here!”

Seth looked to the
animal at loss. “It’s only gonna be here for a while. I mean… I bought it for
you. I’m gonna roast it.”

“Where?” Domenico raised
his hands before dropping them at his sides.

“I-- In the field. We
were gonna be camping tonight anyway. It’s gonna be great. The seller
instructed me, and I read a book about it some time ago.”

Domenico stared at him
for the longest moment before slowly knocking his head against the wall.
“You’re so insane.”

“I mean, when will we have
another opportunity like this? It’s gonna be great, Dom. I bought a roast.”

Domenico let out a laugh
that bordered on that of a supervillain who’d just lost everything that
mattered to him. His
raison d'être
, if you will.

“And that chicken? Is it
gonna be one of those crazy mutant foods where you stuff one animal into
another?”

Seth put down the cage
with the piglet and scooted down to defensively pat the other one. “Christ no.
It’s a
hen
, Dom. It’s gonna lay eggs for us. No more supermarket crap
for our omelets.”

Domenico giggled so hard
he almost fell back. “Eggs? In an RV? Where do you plan to keep it?”

Seth pouted. “We’ll
think of something. We could make a henhouse in one of the cupboards.”

Domenico hid his face
behind his hands. “Or on the roof. We wouldn’t have to worry about animal
control at the border if we hit the brakes hard enough.”

Seth snorted. “I thought
you
were Animal Control.”

Domenico’s eyes snapped
up. “Damn. I am, right? There will be no hen cupboards on these premises.”

Seth kneeled on the
floor and licked his lips. “I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement,
Officer.”

Domenico cleared his
throat. “You can keep it till tomorrow.”

“This is gonna be great,
Dom.” Seth smiled up at him. “I’m gonna learn a whole new set of skills.”

“Like making chicken
soup to go with the roast?” asked Domenico before scooting down and facing Seth
without even a trace of budging.

Seth inched closer.
“It’s gonna be the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten.” Dom didn’t need to
know Seth intended to keep the hen. He’d work something out tomorrow.

Domenico dragged his
hands down his face and sat on the floor, with his back against the cupboard.
“Let’s just get out of here so that we don’t have to share living space with
them any longer.”

Seth gave Dom a wide
smile and crawled up to him to steal a kiss.

Chapter 14

The warm smoke gave
Domenico a sense of calm. Much like when he was holding Seth or eating sweets
he remembered he liked. The warmth was just as familiar, but the scent was
wrong, heavier, more bitter than the air he craved. He had a vague memory of
salt in the air, of a fresh, herby scent that came with pleasure. He didn’t
associate much with the campfire that Seth already set up, but its warm glow
was pleasant enough.

From his place at the
side door of their RV he watched Seth prepare the grill for the poor piglet
awaiting its fate in a small cage nearby, next to the chicken that Domenico
wanted to eat just as much. They were so far away from the main road he doubted
anyone would even see the fire. There were some stray trees to the right, but
other than that it was all bushes and meadows. Just looking at the scenery made
Domenico’s mind quiet down.

“I’ll go change because
I’ll need to gut it outside,” Seth said with a serious frown on his handsome
face. Even the bump and redness on his nose didn’t take away from his good
looks. He was perfect. So masculine, big, and butch. And he cooked like a god.

Domenico smiled and
moved to the side to let him through. At this rate, the promised dinner would
end up being served at breakfast. “Poor thing. It probably thought it was being
adopted.”

Seth looked back at him
and took off his shirt, showing off his strong chest with pecs Dom could eat
for dinner. “Oh, come on. You do want to eat it, right?” he asked and pulled on
one of the aloha shirts they still had.

“That’s the circle of
life, I guess,” Domenico chuckled, looking at Seth from head to toe. He liked
how relaxing the last few days had been, and so he could go with this crazy
idea for once. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Seth taking off his pants as
well and staying in a pair of briefs.

Seth scooted down next
to the cage. “Hear that, piggy? You kill or you get killed.”

Domenico chewed on his
lip, amused to see Seth in the shirt that was far too tight on him, ready to
split when he’d be least expecting it. “You look charming.”

Seth gave him a crooked
smile. “I’ll just throw the shirt out when I’m done. I got extra water
canisters to clean up after.” He picked up the cage with the squealing piglet
and jumped down onto the muddy ground.

Dom actually groaned at
the sight of Seth’s ass, clad in white briefs, and paired with muscular thighs
and a pair of leather boots.

“I sure hope you won’t
come to bed all bloodied,” Dom said, watching the piglet retreat into the
farthest part of its small cage. It was sensing what was coming.

“Nah, I’ll wash, don’t
worry. Won’t you miss this shirt though?” Seth wiggled his eyebrows and pointed
to the flowery print, but Dom’s gaze drifted off to the visibly hard nipples under
it.

“It looks much better on
you than it would ever on me.” Domenico grinned and lit another cigarette,
softly taking a drag of smoke.

Seth took the cage and a
knife into his other hand. “That’s because I look good in everything.” As he
walked toward the fire, with the sun setting on the horizon, he was a thing of
beauty, and Domenico had to smile, watching his muscles flex with each step.

“I sure hope I’ll get
more than one kind of meat tonight.”

Seth looked over his
shoulder with a devilish smile. “Fuck yeah. As soon as I get out of this.” He
pointed to his shirt with the knife, but then slipped it under the top button
and cut it off with a little popping sound.

Domenico felt himself
salivating, but it wasn’t pork he was after. All his attention settled on the
cleavage between Seth’s pecs. He wanted to brush his cock all over that spot.
“I do like that meat.”

“‘Cause you’re a greedy
fucking carnivore. Now wait your turn.” Seth turned his attention to the piglet
in the cage. The animal stood at the back of the cage as if it were frozen when
Seth put his arm inside. The soft light from the fire lit up the piglet’s dark
beady eyes, shining in terror. Or so Dom thought until the animal suddenly
rushed outside in a desperate attempt to escape, wiggling out of Seth’s grip as
if someone had drizzled it in lube.

Domenico blinked as Seth
dropped to the ground to catch their dinner, but all he managed was to synch
the pitch of his yelling with the pig’s squeal.

“Get back here, you
fucker!” Seth screamed and got to his feet, following the animal with the knife
in his hand. For a heart-stopping moment, Dom envisioned Seth falling over in
the mud and stabbing himself with the massive blade.

It was unbelievable. The
pig made a huge circle before speeding back toward the RV, its fair shape
disappearing and emerging from the grass like a giant earthworm.

Domenico got to his
feet. “Get it!”

“I’m trying!” Seth bent
over, to try to reach the pink skin, but only managed to brush his fingers over
its tail. He made the final push to grab it, only to fall face first into the
muddy ground.

The animal was getting
away. It would probably end up at the mercy of some wild dogs, or whatever
predator lived around here, and it belonged on that fucking grill. They could
even cook fucking pig feet if they felt like it.

Domenico pulled the
safety off his gun and aimed at the quivering meat. The shot resonated through
the air even after the piglet died.

Seth got to his knees
but didn’t say a word, watching those tiny legs convulse before stilling
forever.

“What a fucking pig,” Domenico
growled, putting the gun back into the holster. He jumped off the RV and walked
over to Seth. “I got it in the head.”

All it earned him was a
glare as Seth slowly got up, covered in mud. “Good for you.”

Domenico frowned. What
was that about? “You okay?”

Seth pushed on Dom’s
collarbones with his fingers and huffed. “It was
my
pig. It was
my
kill. You always have to be better at everything?”

Domenico crooked his
head. He could understand the sentiment, but... “It was getting away.”

“I would have gotten
it!” Seth ripped open the flowery shirt and dumped it on the ground.

Domenico shook his head,
staring at the naked pecs, presented to him in all their glory.

“Are you fucking ogling
me? I’m talking to you right now!” Seth pushed on Dom’s shoulder.

Domenico let out a
laugh, amused by the whole situation despite the anger burning in Seth’s eyes.
“You’re the one ripping your shirt apart.”

“It’s not for you to
watch. I’m done with this bullshit! You ruined the whole thing,” Seth said
through gritted teeth, and grabbed one of the plastic canisters with water off
the ground.

Domenico groaned and
dragged his hands down his face. Was this another one of those silly arguments
over nothing? “At least now you can make dinner.”

“Seriously?” Seth gave
him a glare of death and walked off behind the RV, looking like a sex cake in
just his briefs and boots. “Fucking seriously…”

“Come on, it was getting
away.” Domenico sighed and followed him like a hungry lion going after an
antelope.

“Fuck off. I’m gonna
wash this mud off.” Seth turned back to him and put his hands on his hips. “I’m
a man, and I can hunt down my own pig.”

Domenico sighed and
walked back to the open RV door. This was beyond stupid. He could just eat a
Snickers if Seth wasn’t going to deliver. It was clear the piglet would have
gotten away if it weren’t for him. Hearing the splash of water and not being
able to watch it drip off Seth’s chest was annoying enough, so he bit into the
chocolate bar with a groan, trying to just focus on the taste. He couldn’t
believe Seth was making such a big deal out of it.

At least the night was
pleasant, even if a bit chilly. He got a blanket and covered himself with it as
he watched the stars emerging over his head like tiny crystals spilled all over
black fabric.

But it was Seth emerging
from the darkness that piqued Dom’s interest. He truly hoped the cold water had
helped Seth chill out. He looked even better than before, since the only thing
he was left wearing were the boots. But Seth’s face didn’t promise anything
pleasant, with the frown over his dark eyes and pursed lips.

“You cooled down?” Dom asked
without denying himself the appreciation of eye candy.

Instead of giving an
answer, Seth walked straight at him, the hunched nose only making him look more
menacing. As soon as he was close enough, Seth leaned down to give Dom a
ferocious kiss, parting Dom’s lips and sliding his tongue inside. His hands
cupped the sides of Dom’s face, and he parted Dom’s thighs to slide between
them.

Domenico sucked in warm
air out of Seth’s mouth and clutched his shoulders as adrenaline rushed at high
speed all over his body. What was that about? What was going on in Seth’s head?

One of Seth’s hands slid
down the front of Dom’s body and began massaging his cock through his pants.
With each second, Seth’s kisses gained intensity, the heat of his lips
swallowing Dom’s attention like wildfire.

Domenico slid his hands
up to grasp the sides of Seth’s head, arching into him as waves of sudden
pleasure crashed over his body. He couldn’t help but grind his crotch against
the large, warm palm. He
could
be settling arguments like this.

Seth unbuttoned Dom’s
jeans, with his lips never parting from Dom’s. Seth’s naked body in front of
him, so eager and available, was better than any roasted piglet could have
been.

Domenico smiled into the
kiss and took Seth’s cock in hand, squeezing it gently. “You look hot like
that.”

“You’re gonna look even
hotter when I get rid of your clothes,” Seth murmured and kissed Dom’s ear as
he pushed Dom’s jeans down along with his briefs.

Domenico grinned and let
his head drop to the side, exposing his neck for Seth to nibble on. Breathless,
he grabbed Seth’s ass and kneaded the firm flesh that never failed to make his
cock crazy hard. He could already envision pushing in between those firm
buttcheeks. “Am I forgiven then?”

“I just wanna fuck you,
okay?” Seth muttered, and the decisive way in which he grabbed Dom’s cock sent
a shiver down Dom’s spine. But it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t some random guy
Domenico wanted, this was the guy he wanted with all his being, and that
comment left him cold. He pushed on Seth’s chest, trying to catch his gaze.

Seth groaned, and the
look in his eyes reminded Dom of a buck ready to butt heads. “I don’t get to
kill my pig, I don’t get to keep my hen, can I at least fuck my man?”

Domenico let out a
strangled breath and held on to Seth’s wrists, surprised by this outburst. Why
would he want to do it now when he was so angry? “This isn’t a contest.”

Seth towered over him in
all his naked glory, but at least he wasn’t pushing. “If there’s no contest,
how do you always seem to win?”

Domenico gritted his
teeth and tugged on Seth’s cock almost too hard. “Do I? I’m not gonna let you
use this to fucking punish me for killing your pig.”

Seth swallowed, and his
eyes softened slightly. “It’s not even about the pig. When I told you I topped,
you looked at me like I had two heads. What’s wrong with me? I’m sick of you
treating me like I’m useless.”

Had Seth been bottling
this up for over a week? Domenico frowned and shook his head in disbelief. He
found it hard to comprehend that Seth would come up with this kind of shit
instead of saying something. “You organized this whole trip and took care of
me. Of course I don’t think you’re useless. You’re just being really fucking
dumb right now.”

Seth straightened up
with a huff, and it was sad to feel his hands let go of Dom’s body. “Why?
‘Cause I wanna show you how much you’ll love my cock?”

“It’s just fucking weird
you’ve decided to go for it two minutes after you told me to fuck off.”

Seth crossed his arms on
his chest. “So you’re saying I don’t get to fuck you?”

Domenico exhaled,
staring at him with a knot in his stomach. “We’re not in the mood for that.”

The staring contest extended
into what felt like an eternity. “Too bad
you
didn’t always care about
that,” hissed Seth eventually and got into the RV, rushing past Dom.

Domenico zipped up his
pants and got up, following him inside. “What was that?”

Seth turned around to
look at him while pushing his boots off to put on a pair of pants. “Oh, I’m
sorry,” he snarled. “I forgot you don’t remember how I had my finger cut off
and wasn’t in the mood to have a guy who hates my guts fuck me.”

Domenico’s chest fell
when all air left his lungs. “Just today you told me a different story,” he
muttered stiffly. He hated this. It was like his old self was highjacking
everything he wanted to build.

Seth pulled on a pair of
jogging bottoms and a hoodie, and he grabbed a pack of cigarettes. His moves
had a promise of violence to them that Dom’s body seemed to naturally sense. It
was an instinct impossible to turn off.