Page 63 of He is Poison

“I see I can’t trust youanymore. Maybe it’s for the better. Before anyone notices you’re gone I’ll bemaking a life for myself in Argentina.” Domenico’s eyes were cold and his face,framed by the trees above, was a picture pretty enough to want to see beforeyou die.

As much as Seth didn’twant them to, his eyes welled up. The wind in the dry autumn leaves whisperedof death, and he sniffed to try and hold the tears in. “No! No, you can trustme!” he burst out in panic. “You don’t want to do this, Dom. You wouldn’t dothis toFamily, right?” Seth had to fight for every breath of the coolair, shivering like a kitten in the rain.

“You had no problemsrisking my life just because you were fucking angry,” muttered Dom, as he movedthe gun slightly higher up Seth’s forehead. “I can make you paralyzed instead.”

A few tears streakeddown Seth’s face, and the frittata came up to his throat. “No, I’m sorry. Iwasn’t thinking!” he yelped and slowly stretched his fingers, attempting totouch Dom’s thigh.

Domenico chuckled, adark, low sound that went right up Seth’s throat to choke him. “If you pointthe gun at me again, whether loaded or not, I will kill you on the spot. Do youunderstand?”

Seth tried to answer,but relief choked him, and he nodded instead. ‘Again’ meant he’d live to getthe chance. Not that he wanted one. Ever. “I’m sorry,” he uttered, rubbing hiseyes, completely out of breath.

“You have no idea how touse a gun, and you try to shoot it my way? You are brainless.” Domenico shookhis head, his nostrils flaring, and for the first time since the ordealstarted, there was a spark of rage in his eyes.

Seth nodded eagerly. Theworst thing was, there was some logic to Dom’s words, and Seth did regret whathe’d done but couldn’t take it back or explain his behavior. He had been sofreaking angry he snapped. Seth’s body was now Jell-O, and he wished he couldjust dissolve into the ground. “I was… I don’t know what came over me.”

“Shut up. I don’t wantyour excuses.” Domenico put the gun into the holster on his arm as he sat onthe ground.

Seth took that as beingallowed to stop kneeling, and he sat back on his heels. He hid his face in hishands, fighting back a sob.Man up, Seth.

“Lie on your back andbreathe, for fuck’s sake,” came from Dom.

Seth inhaled deeplythrough his nose and nodded. He was still shaken as he lay down and looked upat the sky riddled with wispy clouds. Why did he keep getting himself intothose situations? Why couldn’t he just follow instructions and keep learninghow to shoot?

“I think someone shouldteach you how much it hurts to be shot. That would cure your ego once and forall.”

Seth scowled at thewords, but didn’t look Dom’s way, too engulfed in his little world of pain andunhappiness. “My ego’s fine.” Though it certainly took yet another blow today.

“I could see that.”Domenico sighed. “A fucking friend shoots at me. What a joke.”

That got so much ofSeth’s attention that he frowned and actually sat up. “You consider me a‘friend’?”

“You’re a Villani. Whatelse should I consider you?” Domenico turned his head toward Seth, the sournesson his face so prominent it seemed the further from the ordeal, the moreirritated Dom was getting. Which didn’t make much sense to Seth, who was slowlylearning to breathe again.

“I don’t know. A bull-headedpest?” He shrugged.

“You are just that. Youowe me a blow job for that shit you just did,” groaned Domenico, folding hisarms on his chest.

It had to be adrenalinebecause Seth was feeling light-headed, blood rushing through his veins. He noddedslowly, focusing on Dom again. He never thought a near-death experience wouldmake him horny. Now that he wasn’t at risk anymore though, all the physicalreactions reminded him of when he went to do a bungee jump. He kept exhalingdeeply as he zeroed in on Dom’s eyes, which were now on him, half-lidded andmotionless. Dom’s chest was slowly moving up and down, stretching to his lungs’maximum capacity, but Seth’s eyes were already straying lower.

“Like… now?” It came outraspy, but Seth didn’t care and already inched toward Dom on all fours.

Domenico looked up. Hewas just lying there as if nothing happened, with his legs slightly parted.“Will that help your guilt?”

“Nothing will help myguilt.” Seth bit his lip, watching Dom and slowly covering him with his body.With the adrenaline still rushing in his veins, all he wanted was to fuck Domraw, here in the grass.

“Then suck,” saidDomenico, with a challenge in his eyes.

“How about I help yourelieve tension otherwise?” Seth whispered into Dom’s ear. He put his weight ontop of Dom. The sole fact that he was between Dom’s thighs had his dickthrobbing for action.

Domenico’s eyesnarrowed. “Fuck off, unless what you want is to ride my cock.”

Seth huffed, grindinghis hips into Dom’s. His face felt hot at the mere suggestion of such aposition. “No, I don’t do that.” Seth slid his hands along the body underneathhim. Dom's muscles were so tense and hard. It made Seth’s blood pulse withadrenaline so intensely that even his gums throbbed.

“I don’t do bottoming,”Domenico told him, as if he were talking to a child.

“Why not?” Seth sighedand slowly rose to his knees to unbuckle Dom’s belt.

“Because I don’t. Idon’t want to anymore.” Domenico sighed, moving his hips to meet Seth’s hands.