Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) (23 page)

Domenico pushed his
fingers into Seth’s thighs, enduring the vicious assault on his throat. It was
rough but so exciting Dom started pushing his hips up to the rhythm of Seth’s
thrusts. It felt good to give himself over in this controlled way, for Seth to
have his way and leave his spunk all over Dom’s skin.

But it became clear that
he wouldn’t get to taste Seth’s seed when Seth backed off, gripping the base of
his dick. “Turn over,” he rasped and straightened up on his knees, to give Dom
room. The way he watched Dom was positively carnivorous.

Domenico shuddered under
the aggressive gaze but didn’t dare to hesitate. Just being on his hands and
knees was enough to put him into a frenzy, so he pressed his forehead against
the thin woolen blanket, uncaring about the hair stuck to his face when there
was a man behind him, ready to plow his ass any second. It made Domenico’s
knees go completely soft, ready to feel the denim slide off, the hands gripping
his hips, the thick pole pushing deep inside.

His imagination was
running alongside Seth’s actions, and soon enough Seth’s thick fingers, covered
in lube, prodded between Dom’s buttocks. Seth sure as hell wasn’t acting coy
about it either. It felt good to be with someone so confident.

Domenico grinned,
pushing back with a gasp when the cool touch made him curl his toes. The two
slick fingers slid right in, but Dom wasn’t ready for their thickness. He bit
back a yelp, feeling sweat beading on his neck. It was a sweet pain though,
readying him for Seth’s thick cock. All his nerves tingled as Seth covered him
with half his weight and fingered Dom’s hole roughly.

Yet somewhere at the
edge of Dom’s consciousness was the comforting knowledge that even in this
situation Seth wouldn’t be able to overpower him. Dom wasn’t afraid of Seth,
yet his senses never allowed him to be out of control. With Seth, he could let
go, and it was yet another layer of understanding his own love for this man.

He rode the fingers,
relaxing into the penetration as he reached to his own cock and squeezed it
hard, biting the blanket. “Seth...”

Seth pushed away Dom’s
hair and bit into his nape as he pulled out his fingers, leaving Dom wanting
for the cock that pushed against his crack as Seth leaned over, pressing his
warm body to Dom’s back. “I missed this so fucking much,” Seth whispered,
sending a shiver down Dom’s spine.

Domenico smiled,
crooking his head just enough to tickle Seth’s hand with his tongue. “Then hold
me in place,” he whispered, spreading his thighs as wide as the jeans pooled at
his knees allowed.

Seth sniffed on his hair
and slid his cock between Dom’s buttocks, pressing on the lubed up sphincter.
Dom was sure he wouldn’t be kept waiting, since Seth wasn’t the most patient of
people, but the initial pain of the entry was bearable. He chewed on his lip,
clutching the blanket when the thick, endless cock pushed its way through his
insides. By the time Seth’s balls settled against his ass, his whole body was
covered in sweat and so hot he felt feverish.

Seth left lazy kisses on
the side of Dom’s neck and slipped his hands under Dom’s shirt. “So fucking
good,” he murmured.

Domenico sighed, raising
Seth on top of him with a small smile. He liked the way his body trembled with
anticipation. The dull ache within him and the pressure in his balls made him
dizzy, ready to do anything Seth required, just to get that man moving over and
inside him, so when Seth asked him to raise his hips, he didn’t have to ask
twice.

Seth slid his hand under
Dom’s body and gripped Dom’s cock with a slippery palm. It had Dom’s cheeks
heating up, but a moan escaped his lips when Seth began rocking his hips in the
same rhythm in which he jerked Dom off. Languid, building up the tension, and
making Dom ache for release.

With his ass bare in the
cool air, Domenico relied on Seth to warm him up, and the way his hips slapped
against Dom’s ass was a welcome way to do just that. Domenico looked back,
catching Seth’s gaze, but was unable to utter anything but grunts and moans as they
grinded against one another. Seth’s dick was perfect. It easily moved inside
Dom’s body, dragging against his prostate time and time again until Domenico
couldn’t hold himself back anymore and pushed up the front of his body without
breaking the visual connection with Seth.

Holding up Seth’s
considerable weight was a feat in itself, but the distractions weren’t helping.
The way Seth’s cock throbbed seemed to be the same rhythm in which Seth gently
squeezed Dom’s dick as he stroked it. Then there were the moves of Seth’s hips
speeding up as if he wanted to pound Dom into the blanket they lay on. The
scent of mud and grass. Seth’s grunts. All melting into a fuck Dom would
definitely not forget.

Domenico put his hands farther
apart not to fall over and pushed back against the thrusts, his whole body
vibrating with pleasure as it built inside him rushing to the finish line. With
the cramps in his neck getting worse, he let his head fall and focused on the
way his hair brushed all over his face and neck with each push from behind.
“More...”

Seth bit into his
shoulder through the shirt. “More?” he hissed. “I can give you fucking more.”
His breath sped up just like the way he stroked Dom’s cock, now at a fervent
pace that was bound to get Dom off soon. Combined with Seth’s thick cock
driving into his ass with no mercy, Dom could already feel his balls tingling
with the approaching release. The friction at the entrance of his hole was
burning hot, but he wouldn’t stop Seth, clinging to pleasure until it suddenly
washed over him as he came, shuddering violently against Seth. He pushed his
hips back and bit the back of his hand, whispering Seth’s name.

Seth pushed his whole
weight on top of Dom, not holding himself up with his arm anymore, and it only
took a moment longer for him to come, slamming his cock into Dom’s hole like a
madman.

Domenico opened his
mouth, drawing in the cold air as his body rapidly cooled down. The world
seemed normal again, and the pleasant tickle of warmth coming from the fire had
him getting sleepy, but the sheer presence of Seth’s cock inside him kept Dom
from dozing off. “Happy?”

Seth chuckled, still an
immovable lump of man on his back. “Fuck yeah.” He kissed Dom’s ear, making
slight circular movements with his hips. Domenico slid all the way down to the
blanket and gently squeezed his ass around the girth of the cock. He nodded,
completely satisfied.

Seth pressed his
forehead against the back of Dom’s head. “I feel so good now. I’m gonna make
that pig for you tomorrow.” He kissed Dom’s hair, and it was so sweet Domenico
wanted to keep his cock in for much, much longer.

“Teamwork.”

“I’d high five you, but
I’m too busy enjoying your ass.” Seth slipped his arms around Dom’s midsection
and hugged him tight.

Domenico let out a laugh
and closed his eyes, enjoying the weight of his lover, the scent of fresh
sweat, and the warm breath at the back of his neck. He wanted for nothing,
completely immersed in the fantasy of being together, safe by the fire.

“You’re welcome.”

Chapter 15

Domenico watched Seth in
their RV. They had parked close to the marketplace, which Seth wanted to visit
again. Domenico decided to do some window shopping himself but he was far from
enthusiastic. He had gone out to get himself something to drink as Seth started
preparing their breakfast, but the way Seth looked in the black apron they got
at the thrift store, leaning over the counter with his ass swaying to a song
playing in those massive silly earphones of his, wasn’t something Dom wanted to
interrupt. Dom has been watching him through the open door for the last five
minutes, mesmerized by how much that scene got to him. Memory was crawling at
the back of his mind, but no matter how badly he tried to coax it out into the
light, knowledge kept in the shadows of his brain. But eventually the scent of
eggs and toasted bread got to him, and he slowly walked up the stairs at the
side of the RV.

The sad thing about
Seth’s careless nature was that anyone could approach him and plant a knife
between his ribs. Maybe it wasn’t all that good to make Seth so ridiculously
happy, if it made him so carefree. Since they’d fucked yesterday, Seth had been
in a state of blissful joy, acting like the perfect boyfriend, all caring and
helpful. They hadn’t argued in almost twenty-four hours. Dom should probably
mark the date in a calendar.

He stopped right behind
Seth and waited, staring at the pink tint of his nape, at that bubble butt
swinging so close to Dom’s dick it would make a good POV porno if they chose to
fuck.

Seth put the eggs on
paper plates, but decorated each with some basil he got off the small potted
plant he kept by the window. He turned around to reach for something else, only
to bump into Dom with a yelp.

“Christ! Don’t scare me
like that!” Seth pulled down the earphones.

Domenico frowned. “I’ve
been here for five minutes. What if it was someone else?” he asked, hoping to
shock Seth into being more vigilant.

Seth dared a sweet
smile. “Um… I’d hit him with the frying pan?” He pointed to the pan in a
washing bowl, and Domenico couldn’t help but soften at that sweet naïveté.

“Someone could have
killed you. You can’t be so careless in our position.”

“I know…” Seth pushed
right into Dom’s arms for a hug. “It’s just that we’ve been unbothered for over
a week, and if Dana did her job right we’ll be fine.”

Domenico put his arms
around the big teddy bear that was a happy Seth. “We can’t count on that.”

“We’ll get new passports
again in Texas, and we’ll be fine.” Seth kissed Dom’s ear.

Domenico chewed on his
lip. He knew Seth had no idea where to get the fake documents from, but he
chose not to talk about it for the time being. A lot could change before they
got closer to the border.

Domenico cleared his
throat. “What’s for breakfast?”

They ate eggs with
toast, but the crown jewel of all breakfasts were the waffles Seth made with
whipped cream, fruit, and caramel. It was a culinary orgasm Dom devoured all
too soon. Seth looked completely adorable in a plaid red shirt he must have
gotten yesterday. The sun shone outside, and even Dom’s nerves were getting
back to normal as they shared food by the small table. Within the last few
weeks, the RV had become their home, and Domenico liked to think he wouldn’t
exchange it for even the most beautiful villas at the Sicilian coast. It was a
little white lie he liked telling himself. Well, he really did like what they
had now, too. It was Seth’s presence that made it home.

An hour later they
walked into the market, which was even more crowded than it had been the day
before.

“I was thinking about it,
Dom, and I really think we shouldn’t kill the hen,” Seth said out of the blue.

Domenico put his hands
in his pockets with a deep growl. He
had been
expecting this, and he
chose to play dumb. “Yeah, you want to return it? You did keep the receipt,
right?”

“No… We just need to
figure out a space for it, and we could keep it.” Seth gave him those blow job
eyes that were so hard to resist, but Domenico knew their mobile home needed
discipline. As hard as it was, he had to decline, and possibly lose the blow jobs
of the next two days. He could work with that.

“No. How do you even
imagine this? We’ll be drinking coffee, eating, and somewhere at the backs of
our throats will be that bird odor.”

“I have it all planned
out. She’d have a henhouse at the back of the RV, I’d just have to move my
motorcycle. We’d hang blankets around it to soak up the smell, and I would only
visit the hen through the back door.”

Domenico snorted as they
walked through the hurrying crowds, amidst the smells he really didn’t want to
invite into his living space. “Great. How about investing into vacuum doors
between the henhouse and our living quarters?”

Seth laughed loudly.
“Why didn’t I think of that? This way we could keep even more animals.”

Domenico snorted. “I
already said no.”

“How about if I promised
you the broth of your life in Mexico?”

Domenico grunted. He
already needed a Snickers bar. “I don’t want to listen to my future broth and
eat its children.”

“We’d be one big
family.” Seth gave him the perfect grin, but Dom frowned when he noticed two
teenage girls giggling and snapping a photo of them on their cell phones.
Fucking teenagers. How dumb were they to think that men like him and Seth could
possibly be interested in two scrawny girlies? He turned his back on them and
folded his arms across his chest.

“I refuse to call a hen
family.”

“We’d be like the
Borgias. Her name could be Lucrezia,” Seth said but then frowned. “Fuck.”

Domenico looked around,
alarmed. “What?”

“That’s my wife’s name.
I can’t name a hen like that.”

Domenico slouched
against the wall and dragged his hands down his face. “Well at least you can
get eggs out of this relationship.”

“Sorted. Now that she
has a name, we can’t let go of her. Oh, wow! Dom!” Seth turned around to look
somewhere through the crowds. “I think they’ve got roosters there. Promise I
won’t buy one, but I wanna go look at them. Meet you at the diner later?”

Domenico exhaled. “No
hens. No roosters either.”

“Promise,” Seth said
with that heart melting grin. “See you later!”

Domenico waved him off
with a scowl and started the lazy crawl through the alleys. There were some
foods on sale, so he purchased a box of cookies and walked farther to pass the
time for as long as Seth was busy with his farming fantasies. He couldn’t
understand what was going on in that idiot’s head to think keeping a hen in
their live-in RV was optimal in any way. At least the cookies were good. He
alternated between eating them and smoking a cigarette, and hoped Seth wouldn’t
come back with another animal. What was next? A goat? Christ.

He was slowly
approaching the diner, but a strange knot tied itself in his stomach when he
met the gaze of a tall, olive-skinned man, who walked straight at him. There
was a strange casualness to his walk even though he stood out like a sore thumb
in his black suit jacket worn over a turtleneck of the same dark color. There
was no denying that the guy looked good, but what would someone like that be
doing here? Was he as lost as Dom? Waiting for his wife?

Domenico wordlessly
offered the stranger the packet of cookies as soon as they were close enough.
The man frowned and cocked his head to the side. For a split second, when the
man reached to his pocket, all of Dom’s insides went aflame, but all the
stranger pulled out was a cell phone. He did take a cookie though, watching Dom
with intense green eyes framed by dark eyelids.

Domenico took a drag of
his cigarette, unsure how to approach this. Was this someone he used to know?
There was something vaguely familiar about the man, but he couldn’t put his
finger on it. “Bored?”

“No,” the man answered
in Italian. The Sicilian accent made Dom all warm inside when it came from
Seth’s lips, but now it froze his muscles solid. “There’s good entertainment in
the US media.” He looked to his phone, and read: “‘You will want this handsome
Italian cowboy to be your husband’, ‘Handsome Italian farmer is the new viral
heartthrob’, ‘Any gay guy would like this hottie to roast a pig for him’.” The
stranger turned his phone to Dom, to show him a still from a video of Seth
giving an interview with a smiley face and a cage with the pig in hand. The
bloody thing was still alive, so it had to have happened yesterday.

The frost that overcame
Dom’s body was melting at a rapid pace, heated by the supernova of adrenaline
storming through his veins. They’d been found. Seth fucking did the most
idiotic thing one could when trying to go off the grid, and he didn’t even
bother mentioning it to Domenico.

He forced himself not to
look around. There was a target on his back by now, and whether they would live
or die could depend on how Dom would play his sparse cards.

He smiled at the
Italian. “The pig was good.”

“I can imagine. Cooked
with love after all,” the man said with a slight frown and had a bite of the
cookie Dom gave him. Were they enemies? Or was this snarky banter with an old
friend? An old lover, perhaps?

Domenico shrugged,
wishing for nothing more than for Seth to be safe. He was out there somewhere,
such an easy target, always with the fucking headphones on his ears. But here
and now he could show no such concerns and ate some more of the cookie. “I’m
not complaining,” Dom said, looking into the bright green eyes.

“Why does my father not
want you dead?” asked the man as he finished his cookie. Domenico choked up. An
enemy then. He needed to find Seth. His mind was working at full speed, but the
risk of just going off was too great. He hated having something to lose, it was
like a cage with just one entrance.

“Why didn’t you ask
him
?”

The man gave Dom a quick
once over. “With all the respect due to my father, his tongue doesn’t have the
capability to tell the truth anymore. I need to know.”

Domenico exhaled,
staring straight into the green gaze that was just as guarded as his own,
beautiful like a Komodo dragon’s but just as cold. There was nothing Domenico
could do about this man probably already knowing about him and Seth. And the
one person Domenico knew wanted him back? The sleazy man on the phone.
Frederico.

“He’s still in love with
me,” he said with a straight face, dropping the cookies into the mud at their
feet. His pulse reached new heights as he watched the stranger for a reaction.

The man’s ice cold mask
cracking was a sight to behold. His thick brows gathered into a frown, his
pupils widened, his jaw tensed. “And you set your eyes elsewhere,” he said
slowly, as if it was too much for him to process. Dom wasn’t even sure if it
was a question, or if he was talking to himself. Nor did he know whether there
was a red dot on the back of his head.

Domenico fought back a gasp
as his chest tightened again. “I was never interested, but that’s life. I don’t
want to go back,” he said sincerely, knowing that in this moment he had some
cards up his sleeve.

The man nodded and was
about to say something when a rooster fell on him in a hurricane of feathers
and screeching. The bird fluttered its wings in panic, obscuring the man’s
face. Someone grabbed Dom’s hand and pulled him away. It took Dom half a second
to realize it was Seth.

Heat burned in
Domenico’s throat, but now that a decision had been made for him, he went for
it, sprinting out of the open space. If there were snipers around, they could
be woken up from the dream by bullets and trampled by the panicked crowd. By
the fucking pigs, chickens, and cows.

Seth was pulling him toward
the parking lot, both of their bodies working at full speed, but when Domenico
spotted an unfamiliar man going straight at them with a blank expression, he
pulled on Seth’s arm and forced him to take a different route. They dove into a
service alley and rushed between trash containers, focused only on the opening
in front of them. He supposed civilians got a taste of this kind of adrenaline
when they saw the shaky camera shots in the movies, but they didn’t get to
taste the dust in the air or sense the danger pulling at one’s feet.

Within a split second,
Domenico caught Seth’s hair and forced down his head. The wall just above
exploded in a cloud of white dust before they disappeared within the relative
safety of the next alley. They had a few seconds tops until the man behind them
caught up, and that only if they hadn’t been cornered by then.

Seth pointed to an open
door of a large, simple building where someone just passed with a cow. They’d been
there before, and in contrast to the main market, this building was cooler, to
help preserve the freshness of meats and fish sold inside. It was bound to have
more back rooms as well, for the butchers to hold their produce. The shot
caused a lot of chaos they got into the building through a wave of bodies escaping
in panic.

Domenico reached for his
gun and pulled off the safety, ready to uncover it the second it was needed.
There was a man in a black rubber apron screaming for everyone to evacuate the
building, but from what Dom could see, all the employees in rubber aprons or
white overalls with logos at the back were running the other way. His gut
reaction was to follow and mix into the crowd, but a movement to the left made
him take out his gun and shoot.