Page 67 of He is Poison

“Pushed me away?”Domenico frowned, tensing under the touch. “He fucking shot me, beat me andlocked me away for a month.”

Seth’s breath caught inhis throat. “That’s… oh my God, that’s so horrible. You were fuckingeleven.He shot you?”

Domenico pursed hislips, looking at everything but at Seth. “Yes.”

“Where did he shootyou?” Seth put his hands on Dom’s cheeks to make Dom look at him. Domenico’sskin grew hotter within seconds and on his fingers, Seth could feel hislaborious breathing.

“Just here.” Dom pattedhis left shoulder. “He didn’t call a doctor for several hours. Maybe that’s whyit’s so ugly at the back.”

Seth looked into Dom’seyes, feeling like a moron for all the things he didn’t know. He had never beenclose with his father, Mother always seemed to find a way to keep Seth safe,deaf, and blind to what happened around him. He slowly pushed Dom’s T-shirtfarther up. “I want to see,” he whispered.

Domenico bit his lip,but nodded and sat up, pulling the shirt over his head. “But I can stillperfectly use the hand,” he said as if it was any kind of redemption.

Seth moved closer andsat next to him. “Your hands are steadier than mine, and I have never beenshot,” he agreed and bowed to kiss the scar on Dom’s shoulder. The back ofDomenico's shoulder really was far from pretty, with an uneven mound of fleshwhere the bullet left the body. Who would have known. Domenico Acerbi wasn’tjust a killing machine and a sex demon, but a breathing, bleeding man as well.

“I am strong. Never gota wound infected.”

Seth moved in front ofDom and sat with his legs wrapped around the other man’s hips. “What about thisone?” He pointed to a scar on Dom’s side, under the ribs.

“Knife. Barely got outalive.” Domenico grinned as if it was a funny story, and Seth smiled back,tracing the scar with his fingertips. He couldn’t help but be fascinated.Domenico was the human equivalent of his motorbike. Fast and dangerous, yetimpossible to resist taking a ride on, even at the risk of getting hurt.

Seth only took a momentto tuck his dick back into his pants and pointed to a scar above Dom’s navel.It was broad and irregular, as if something ripped the skin to pieces before itwas sewn back into place. “This one?”

Domenico glanced at itand pulled in his belly. “Those are burns. I was tortured for information, butI didn’t tell them a thing,” Dom said with a generous helping of pride.

Seth licked his lips,wanting to say something, but in the end, he leaned forward with an animalisticgrowl and crushed Dom’s lips with his. He wrapped his arms around Dom’s neckand tipped them over to the ground with his weight.Fuck, fuck, fuck.Hewas drawn to Dom like a feline to catnip and couldn’t get enough. “Of courseyou didn’t,” he whispered in the end, against Dom’s lips.

“Fucking snitch blew mycover, but he didn’t last long after that.” Domenico’s whisper burned Seth’sskin, making him want to hump his way to orgasm, even though he’d just come.

Seth smiled into anotherkiss. “I want to be Domenico Acerbi when I grow up.” He tightened his embrace,loving all of Dom’s tight muscle.

“One needs to strive forgreatness.” Dom petted Seth’s head.

Seth laughed. “Fucker!You were supposed to say: ‘No, Seth, you’re great just the way you are’.”

“I don’t know you wellenough.” He poked Seth in the ribs and let out a content groan.

For a moment Seth wasspeechless and taken aback. It was true. It was him who was getting in way overhis head. “Maybe you need to see one of my scars then?” He tried to turn itaround and pulled away to show the long scar on his forearm where Dom had cuthim as a child. “This one kid tried to stab me for putting him in a trashcan.”

The handsome facerelaxed. “It wasn’t because of the trashcan. I was jealous.”

“Of me?” Seth raised hiseyebrows.

Dom sighed, lookingbetween the trees. “I think I thought Father would start talking to me if youweren’t around.”

Well, that didn’t turnout so well, did it?Seth thought, butkept it to himself. “I suppose we’re even then, because now I’m jealous ofyou.”

“What are you jealousof?”

Seth sighed and put hischin on Dom’s shoulder to avoid looking into his eyes. “You know how to getshit done.”

A gentle pat on his armwas just the encouragement he needed. “We’ll work on that.”

“I’ve made something. Iwas planning to keep it for myself, but I suppose I could share…” Seth kissedDom's ear and put a loose strand of hair behind it.

Domenico’s eyes lit up.“You have food?”

“I do.” Seth leaned awayto his backpack. “Are you hungry?” he asked, though the answer was obvious.