Page 12 of He is Poison

“Prayer helps.” Fatherslowly looked toward the sea. “Your car will be waiting outside, take as longas you need,” he said as the stream of mourners made their way toward theparking lot.

Seth nodded and went tothe church. The only reason he chose to take an umbrella was so the gun hisfather gave him wouldn’t get wet. The church was quiet and empty. Even thepriest wasn’t there, which was usual for Villani funerals, and there were manyof those. Seth sighed and sat down in the back, praying for the first time inyears. For his mother’s soul, for a safe future, for Peter’s forgiveness. Sethcouldn’t even call the poor guy for security reasons, and now that he knew theywould probably never see each other again, guilt was weighing on his heart andmaking him feel like a cartoon villain.

With the rain, itquickly became cool inside, and he gently moved his fingers to warm them up. Aslight knocking made him look up, deeper into the side nave, where statues andbig imposing confessionals drowned in the shadows. He frowned, hearing theknock again. He swallowed, now glad his father had given him a gun. The soundswere becoming louder, and he approached the confessional at the end of theaisle, gun heavy in his hand. His heart was in his throat when he looked at thethick red velvet curtain of the old wooden confessional, the angels carved onit looking at Seth with their hands clasped together. Through the furiouspulsing in his ears, he could hear muffled voices. Drawing in a sharp breath,he yanked the curtain to the side, stepping back with the gun raised high, buthis hands fell along with his stomach. He felt sick.

Domenico was spooninganother man on the kneeler inside. It wouldn’t take a genius to understand whatwas going on. Their pants were pulled down, and Seth got an eyeful ofDomenico’s ass in what was possibly the only time he didn’t want to see agorgeous male ass. Both men looked back at him, and the stranger writhed inDom’s embrace, his eyes going wide like a dog’s that got caught stealingsausage. Domenico wouldn’t let him go though. Within a few moves, he claspedthe guy’s mouth shut with his hand and forced his face into the wooden grillebetween the compartments. He fucked the exposed ass in quick, sharp jabs. Hiseyes though were on Seth, pale, clear, challenging.

Seth inhaled deeply andcouldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had to force himself not to pull thetrigger. He stood there, watching, shaking in utter shock but couldn’t helpfeeling scared as well, even though it was him with the gun in his hand.Domenico didn’t even look away, just kept on fucking. Fucking a guy.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.

Seth couldn’t believeit. The cold-blooded beast was even fucking like a demon. “Do you have noshame?” he yelled in disbelief, and his voice resonated between the ancientwalls. At the back of his mind, the realization that Domenico was having sex ina church, at Seth’s mother’s funeral, was making him completely numb with rage.But all the answer he got was a groan and a choir of slaps as Domenico’s eyesglazed over.

“Are you fucking kiddingme? Get out!” Seth screamed at him, but his voice shook. Anger flowed throughhim in the most primal form. These men had no respect for the funeral, and Sethwanted to rip them apart, but in the end, he took a step back, his face andears on fire.

The loud, prolongedgroan in Domenico’s rich baritone told him the bastard was coming. Seth lookedback just in time to see his cock slip out from between the other guy’s buttocks.At least Dom’s partner had the decency to hide his face in shame as he quicklypulled up his pants.

Seth lowered his gun andwatched Dom lazily follow the example. He couldn’t hate his guts more, yet ashiver went all the way down his chest as he observed Dom rearrange hisclothes. The fucker was too sexy for his own good, and Seth was afraid of justhow attracted he was to those darkened lips. Dom’s deep breaths and loosestrands of his hair only reminded Seth of the way he’d fucked just seconds ago.The sexual tension was so strong Seth felt a tingle in his lips. He barely evennoticed the other guy quietly slip away, too transfixed on Dom rearranging hishair with a slight smile.

“You fucker,” Sethfinally choked up and pulled Dom up by the front of his jacket, but the smilenever left Domenico’s lips like it was all a big joke.

“Oh, fuck off,” he said,without even raising a finger in his defense.

“No way! What do youthink you’re doing?” Seth shook him, ignoring the sharp pain in his hand wherehis finger was missing. He pushed Domenico against the wall of theconfessional, barely managing to breathe when the man’s warm breath brushedover his fingers.

“You’ve never seenpeople having sex?” asked Dom without an ounce of guilt. Or embarrassment for thatmatter. The guy was freaking gay and didn’t care the Don’s son found out? Whatkind of holy cow was he?

“You will not get awaywith this.” Seth shook him, breathing hard and standing so close their nosesalmost touched. Seth could smell the sex on him. When Domenico snorted, openinghis mouth, his warm breath became even more tangible, giving Seth thebeginnings of a very confused boner.

“Oh, that’s rich. Whatis it that you want to do to me?”

Dom’s words were makinghim just as angry as his own excitement, and there was no other way to dealwith it.

He punched Domenicoright in the face, so hard the fucker’s head hit the wooden wall behind him.The moment Seth felt control of the situation back on his side, a wave of painhit his hand, and he swore.

Domenico’s face relaxed,and he shook his head, straightening his neck as if nothing had happened.“There, now leave my shirt the fuck alone. It’s worth more than your sorrygun.”

Seth bit on the insideof his lips, frustrated to no end and hugging his hurt hand close. He let Domgo but shoved him at the wall once more. “Are you not ashamed at all?” hewhispered, completely lost.

Domenico buttoned up hissuit jacket and swiftly made a knot on his tie. He was looking at Seth as if hewere being forced to interact with a complete idiot. “No.”

Seth felt as if he weretrapped in some parallel universe where none of his words made sense anymore.“In a church? With a man?” he added, and grabbed Dom’s arm when he saw himwalking away with a shrug. “I’m talking to you!”

Domenico’s eyes snappedright back to him. “Since when is it your business whose hole I fuck?”

Seth loosened his gripand let Dom go in the end. He didn’t have anything left in him. He could hearthe slight drag of Domenico’s shoes over the polished floor, but he didn’t evenbother to look at him before Domenico actually called out to him.

“Are you coming?”

Seth looked at the floorand put his hands in his pockets as he walked out. Domenico had no shame, andSeth couldn’t understand it, but his mind still wandered back to Dom’s asstensing as he fucked the guy with such aggressive fervor. Like one of thosefuck machines Seth had seen in porn. Only better.

When he finally left thechurch, it wasn’t raining anymore, and he found Domenico standing by an oldgravestone, cigarette in hand as if nothing had happened. The stone wings ofthe angel statue behind Domenico created a picturesque vision, once againreminding Seth of this man’s infernal origin. Then again, if Dom was gay, maybeSeth could let off some steam and fuck him. That would teach him respect.

With that thought stilllingering in his mind, Seth lit a cigarette as well.

“We need to pack,”muttered Domenico after a minute of uncomfortable silence. Seth’s gaze wanderedto the fresh grave two men were still working on.

“Huh? Am I going back tothe States already?” Seth pouted, finally looking at Domenico and hoping hisgaze could stab, but the guy calmly blew some smoke into the wind. He looked sofucking post-orgasmic. Seth could stare at him for hours if it wasn’t for himtalking.

“We’re flying to Berlintonight.”