Chapter 35
Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo
It had been four days since Vincent showed up on my doorstep, out of his mind with grief, threatening to kill himself.
Other than that one day, however, he’d not touched me, preferring to stay withdrawn.
Most days, he just sat in the corner of my room, on the floor, looking out the window.
For hours. No speaking, barely eating, just silence and stillness.
Frustrated, I truly felt as if I had no choice but to slip him benzos again because I was climbing the fucking walls! I needed to feel that man again, I needed what only he had ever been able to make me feel.
Standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom, I carefully peeled away the old bandage to the bad wound in my stomach and discarded it to the small trashcan. Lifting my arm above my head, I stretched my torso to inspect the reflection.
“Huh.”
Not only was it healing at an amazingly rapid pace, the pain was dulling with every day.
I was actually able to fully bathe myself this morning without issues.
Even cooked an easy breakfast for us of eggs and bacon with some toast. Of which Vincent only ate a few bites before pushing it away, but progress. For both of us.
Lowering my arm, I frowned at the deterioration of my muscles.
It was nearing almost two months now since we fled to the mountains of Georgia and I’d been able to properly hit the gym, and it was showing.
On me and Vincent. How long before we could go back?
Maybe I could get online and purchase a few things for the house, light weight activities that wouldn’t fuck us up while we continued to heal.
I picked up the box of bandages and pulled out a fresh one, ripping away the wrapper. Carefully smoothing it over the wound, I tended to the others, using about four before being done. Two of them were scarred enough to be left alone, at least, in my opinion.
Done, I opened the drawer, got my brush, and dragged the bristles through my wet hair, smoothing it away from my face.
Accidentally glimpsing into my own eyes for the first time, I stilled, my ears suddenly full of mine and Vincent’s groans as we practically came in unison the other day.
My focus lowered, not too surprised to see my dick flexing.
My arms lowering, I tapped the edge of the counter with the brush, scrutinizing my own image. Funny, I didn’t look any different now that I had the gayness. Maybe bitch was right, and gay people really were no different than any other person. I certainly didn’t feel different.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true, because I felt good. Like… really good. Not just about myself but my future. Happy? Was this happiness? I’d been content most of my life, forever chasing that elusive goal of happiness. Had I found it? With Vincent?
I leaned backward and looked into the bedroom.
He was passed out, lying awkwardly on the mattress.
A smirk tugging one corner of my mouth, I tossed the brush down and pushed the door aside to strut forward.
Right away, I pulled him all the way onto the bed and began undressing him.
When he was fully naked, I wasted no time pulling his soft cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue and fondling his balls.
Because of the drugs, it took a while for him to get hard, but once he was, I lifted to my hands and knees and bobbed my head up and down, side to side, really gurgling on that amazing dick.
Breaking away for a breath, a string of spittle stretched from my chin to his tip as I pumped and gazed at his face.
I wasn’t quite sure what I felt for him, but something was different.
He wasn’t just my brother anymore, my best friend.
Something had changed, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
Straightening my back, I threw my legs on either side of his and scooted upward.
I spit on my fingers and wiped them over his tip, then added more to smear across my ass.
Envious he could take a dick without lube, I wanted to do the same, so refused to get it from the nightstand.
One hand pulling a cheek aside, the other guided him into place while I watched his expression.
Gradually sinking, I hissed at the pain but was determined to make this work.
“Unh, fuck, ow, shit.”
I rose and spit some more, getting frustrated. Lowering again, my skin pinched and my muscles closed, refusing entry.
“Goddammit.”
More spit, a finger digging around inside to prep the hole.
Finally, pleasure started to coil my gut and I grunted, my focus locked on his face.
Going down a third time, it still hurt, but this time, I was liking it.
Turned on, I wiggled my hips and powered through the ache.
Finally, his tip burst through the resistance and I froze, my stomach spinning.
“Oh…shit,” I croaked, twitching my toes.
Instantly, my muscles clamped around it like a fucking vise and no matter what I did, I could not seem to get him to go deeper.
Worried if I lifted up to add more spit, I couldn’t get him back in, I bent my spine, pulled my dick to the side, and just spit straight from my mouth onto his cock.
Arching my spine the other way, my face upturned to the ceiling, I stretched to spread it around while forcing my weight down.
His dick began to bend unnaturally, and I cursed, afraid I was about to hurt him.
Just before giving up, I suddenly sank down halfway, his cock punching through my clenched muscles.
Pain ripped through my lower gut and I choked, breaking out in sweat.
A palm spreading over the area, I looked down, my jaw gaping.
“Oh, shit.”
Rearing up just a tiny bit, I eased back down. When his head grazed my prostate, I froze and choked, shuddering as my eyes rolled back.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it. Unh, that’s what I want.”
My thighs trembling, I bent over to hold my weight, my fists in the mattress over his shoulders.
Gazing at his face, I made tiny bucks to focus on that spot, no longer wanting to go any deeper.
My sight tracing over every line and dip of his features, a shudder rolled down my spine, my chest swelling.
“Shit, Vinny. Oh, shit. You love me? Fuck, wake up and tell me you’re in love with me.”
I leaned to one fist and bowed my chin to look down. Cum was streaking down the sides of his dick, pooling in his hair. “Unh,” I groaned, fisting my cock to pump viciously. Throwing my head back, another moan shook my throat. “Oh, yes, baby. Breed that pussy. Oh, god, Vinny.”
Out of nowhere, ice shot through my veins and I jolted, an orgasm slamming into me without warning. Jerking and twitching violently, I lost my balance and fell all the way to his base. The pain ripped in my muscles and I cried out, exploding over his chest.
“Goddammit, Vinny. Oh, shit, baby.”
Grabbing the sides of his face, I crushed my lips to his and continued to rock, circle, buck, and jerk, not ready for this to end.
The mattress creaking under our weight, I grew feral and brutally began riding him, bucking violently.
Howling into his mouth, the headboard banging on the wall like a goddamn jackhammer, I burst a second time, but, again, did not slow down.
My dick twitching and spilling, I continued to ride that man’s beautiful cock for another fifteen minutes.
Eventually, the pain grew too unbearable, my stomach on fire. My energy spent, I laid down on top of him, my opened lips pressed to his cheek. His dick still buried, I gulped air into my lungs, needing a rest.
“Your cock is so good, baby. I fucking love your dick in my pussy, Vincent. Mm, you breed me so good.”
A fresh wave of desire flowing through my blood, I scrambled off, settled between his thighs, and slammed inside his ass.
My arms folded over his head, despite the agony building from my wounds, I brutally fucked that man until I was screaming in pain, the orgasm ripping me open from the inside out.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, everything trembling, inside and out. Gulping a breath of air, I peeled my body off his and fell onto my side next to him. “Jesus, Vinny. You definitely fucking ruined me.”
I lifted my head to trace his profile, down his thick neck, over his chest, and along his torso, down to his cock softening on his thigh.
Groaning, I stretched over and dragged my tongue along his cum, slurping everything up.
Shifting my weight to hold the side of his face, my tongue rolled around the inside of my mouth, scraping the roof to continue tasting him a little longer.
I studied his rugged features, his full lips, long, wide nose, and chiseled jaw, his closed lids surrounded by thick lashes, and my heart rhythm picked up, my breaths shallowing. “Yeah, definitely got the gayness now. Fuck, Vinny. I think I fucking love you.”
My pulse skipped a beat, and I dipped my chin to press my lips on his. Never closing my eyes, my tongue flicked to part his teeth and taste his. Breathless, filled with an excited rush of gladness, a chuckle pushed through my nostrils.
Groaning, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, standing to clean us up and get him dressed again.
Checking my watch, my lips pursed. An hour.
Better hurry this up. The first time I drugged him he was out for two, but that was fresh on his emotional trauma. Today, he might not last that long.
Quickly limping to the bathroom, my fingers combed through my hair to scratch my scalp as I snickered again. “Christ, the Serpents are gonna freak out.”
Going to the sink, I wet the washcloth I’d already gotten out beforehand and wrung out the excess water while staring into my eyes. The smile fading, a whole swarm of scenarios spun through my brain, none of them ending with the Serpents embracing us as a couple.
I stood upright and leisurely approached the foot of the bed, tossing the rag from one hand to the other.
My sight memorizing every inch of his body, I shook my head, dumbfounded how much I’d changed since we fled Alabama almost two months ago.
At the end of the day, no matter what the Serpents said, I wasn’t letting him go.
If things got too serious, we’d leave. We’d take Piera and fly to my home village in Italy.
Just outside of Sicily, I had mafia to back us up and hide us.
A small, southern gang from Mobile, Alabama couldn’t touch us there.
I doubted they’d even try once we disappeared.
Heaving a sigh, I crawled onto the bed and gently began to erase any evidence something happened while he was knocked out. When he woke, he’d have a slight headache, but that could be blamed for his lack of food and water. He’d never suspect a thing.