Page 26 of He is Poison
“Come on, you fuckingloved it.” Domenico grinned and sat on the bed with his suitcase. He opened thefake bottom to get to his guns and gently caressed the cold steel of histrusted Beretta.
“I’m not a bottom.” Sethlooked at Dom over his shoulder and started toweling himself off.
“Sure you are. Youshould have seen that smile on your face yesterday. You were glowing like adefloweredbride.”
Seth looked at Dom,hiding the bottom half of his face in the towel. “You didnotjust saythat.” His voice was as cold as the steel of the gun.
“Like it or not, youwere mine yesterday.” Domenico leaned forward, capturing Seth’s gaze with somuch intent he could feel its effect himself.
Seth turned his back onDom as he reached for his bag, but it was for the better, since it gave Domanother opportunity to ogle Seth’s ass. Even though it was soon covered with apair of black briefs. “I can’t believe I went for it.”
“You’ve never had aproper man show you the ropes. We have to work on that.”
“Just tell me what theplan is for today, and let’s forget all of that happened.” Seth sighed, pullingup his jeans. He was already looking more confident. Dom could bet it was anact though. The guy was like a calf amongst wolves. Or rather, a calf herded byone wolf, who wasn’t willing to share.
“We’re not forgettingit. In fact, I want you to focus on the way my body felt on yours. That’scrucial for today’s assignment,” lied Domenico just to mess with his protégé.
Seth swallowed andquickly pulled on a T-shirt. “How so?” He pouted and took a step back, eventhough Dom didn’t approach him.
Domenico smiled andwinked at him. “I will show you the basics of observation. And now hurry,unless you don't want to eat.”
Seth put on his jacket,a pair of boots, and they were ready to go. “I don’t know what your body has todo with observing people.” He put his hands in his pockets and went straightfor the door.
“Stop behaving like ababy.” Domenico rolled his eyes and brushed his hand over Seth’s pert ass.
“I’m asking a question.”Seth slapped his wrist and rushed downstairs, but Domenico grabbed the back ofhis collar and twisted it, forcing the fabric to tighten against Seth’s throat.
“You’re my fuckingstudent. I’m getting tired of your shit.”
Seth froze in place, lookingup at him with that pouty expression of a brat with too much money. “Yes, sir,”he grouched, and the squint of his eyes already prepared Dom for more whining.“After yesterday, I kinda forgot we’re not friends.”
“All I do is meant toteach you something. And stop with the ‘sir’, or I’ll puke and make a mess ofone of us.” Domenico let go of Seth’s clothes and started walking down the oldcreaking stairs.
He could hear Sethfollow. The little boy was learning something after all.
“Yesterday’s lessonlearnt. Don’t get fucked,” muttered Seth beneath his breath, but it was loudenough for Dom to hear.
Domenico shook his headbut decided to ignore him. There was nothing the little spoiled shit had onhim. He honestly doubted anything good would come out of this operation, but hewould be held accountable for Seth’s training, so there wasn’t anything hecould do about it.
The warm paper cupradiated heat all over Domenico’s hands. It was high time to buy new gloves,since he hadn’t been able to bring any from back home. With the cigarette smokewarming up his insides as well, he leaned back against the backrest of thebench they were having breakfast on. He liked the relaxed atmosphere of theneighborhood, even now, when so many people were going in and out of the localsubway station. The air was fresh and cool, a wake-up more efficient than thestrongest espresso, and looking at the façades of the plain buildings aroundthe small square only made his head clearer.
Seth on the other handsat next to him wearing sunglasses, his lips in an expression of permanentdissatisfaction. They spent most of the time in silence, Seth munching on meatypastries as if he hadn’t eaten in a week. Domenico sure hoped he wouldn’t getfat too soon because it would be a shame to lose such a delicious piece of leanbacon. He certainly intended to enjoy it every night while he had a chance.
Seth knew shit. It wasclear he was a born bottom, with the way he pushed against him, pressing thatbubble butt flat against Domenico’s hips, driving himself onto his cock andsmiling as if he just got into bed with David Gandy, which wasn’t that far fromthe truth. Domenico knew his own worth.
For now, he could givethe slacker enough time off to go through the morning paper. He put the coffeecup on the bench and picked upDer Tagesspiegel, which Seth had rolledinto a tight cylinder. This act of spite wouldn’t be enough to stifle Dom’sgood mood. The coffee wasn’t an espresso, and he’d gladly have more food if heweren’t in company, but it was a decent substitute for a proper breakfast.
What he unrolled on thefirst page wasn’t what he had expected. No news from the Brussels front. Thefront was apparently in the Russian Orthodox Cathedral in Wilmersdorf. Therewas a huge picture of a bridal shoe in a pool of blood and grime.
“Tragic,” he muttered,skimming through the text with increasing speed. Each new sentence ticked asmall box in his mind, and they all pointed to the same man.
“What?” Seth asked,looking over Dom’s shoulder. God knew why he had pretended to read the paperbefore. He could barely saydankeschön.
Domenico leaned againstthe backrest and reached for the coffee. “Looks like the Barracuda is in town.A wedding got blown up by a bomb. The world is now a bit better without severalRussian mobsters,” he said with a widening smile as he looked at Seth. “Just aspleasant as your Chinese friends.”
The human chicken wentpale and frowned. “Really? You have to bring it up? And how do you know who didit, anyway?”
Domenico winked at him,amused by his reaction. “He’s an acquaintance of mine. One time he blew up aRussian funeral, so I suppose a wedding is the next logical step. I’m countingon a baptism next time. Dead funny.”