Ch. 171..180

Chapter 171

Sebastian chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Zeno’s face. "Of course, it does. You kept up with me, baby girl. You were quite needy," His voice was teasing, but there was warmth behind it, smug satisfaction in knowing Zeno hadn’t pushed him away this time...yet.

Zeno groaned and buried his face in Sebastian’s chest, "You’re insufferable." His voice was muffled, but Sebastian could feel the heat of his breath against his skin.

"And yet, here you are, in my arms," Sebastian murmured, running his fingers lazily down Zeno’s back.

Zeno didn’t respond immediately, his mind still groggy from sleep and everything that had happened between them. He knew he should be overanalyzing, questioning, and pushing Sebastian far away from him, but right now, he just felt... tired. Safe. And maybe a little too comfortable.

That comfort he was feeling in Sebastian’s arms was disturbing to him, but he liked it.

Sebastian’s hand trailed lower, fingers brushing over the marks he had left on Zeno’s body the night before. "I should draw the curtains," he mused. "You need more rest."

Zeno peeked up at him, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "No... I need answers, Sebastian," His fingers traced the sides of Sebastian’s cheek, his eyes raw with emotions, "If I leave this bed, am I leaving for good? Or do I dare dream of what could be? I’m not going to blame you for last night, you helped me, saved me -"

"So you do prefer me to Leon?" Sebastian asked, a small smile appearing on his lips.

Zeno sighed, removing his hand from Sebastian’s face, and looked away from him, "I would always prefer you to everyone, Seb. But, that’s not my point, I’m just trying to know if I’ve let myself acquire another emotional baggage that’s going to take me years to heal, I’m not totally healed, Sebastian, you know this, you know you hurt me so much, more than anything or anyone has ever done. I... I love you, Sebastian, but trust me, I’d walk away from a love that only has pain to offer, my mental health is more important than anything else," He paused and looked back at Sebastian’s eyes, "I can’t love someone who doesn’t meet me halfway, Seb, I need to know you’re down for me, just the way I am for you, so, please, I need to hear the truth, I don’t care if it hurts, just let me know. I’ll be fine," Zeno sniffed, burying his face in Sebastian’s neck.

Sebastian hugged Zeno to himself, wrapping his arms tightly around him. "Please, don’t cry; I’m already guilty for doing what I did to you; your tears hurt more than you can understand, Zeno," He kissed the top of Zeno’s head.

"I’m sorry for hurting you, Zeno; I know no words can heal what you’ve been through; hell, I don’t even deserve your forgiveness; I just want to make sure you’re okay, Zeno. After hearing what I have to say and you chose to turn your back on me, I wouldn’t stop you. I don’t know what I’d do, I know I can’t live without and I can’t promise to let you go, Zeno. I’ll give you some space, but I’m going to keep begging and begging until you forgive me, Zeno; there’s no one else for me but you," He gently raised Zeno’s face to kiss him, but Zeno moved his face to the side, avoiding his kiss.

"Then let’s hear it, Sebastian..." Zeno wiped his eyes and rolled away from Sebastian, propping himself on his elbow.

Sebastian watched Zeno silently, his heart racing; he was anxious and scared, his thoughts all going to what he’d do if Zeno chose to walk away from him at the end of their little talk.

"Can I at least hold you while we talk?" Sebastian moved to hold Zeno but Zeno shook his head.

"No, stay over there, Sebastian. I need to be able to think, laying naked in your bed is already bad enough for my judgment, I don’t even know why I bother, maybe I should just get up and leave, you clearly made your choice a long time ago, I’m just a naive guy trying to grasp onto what was, Sebastian. Maybe I don’t want to hear your answers, something tells me I’m going to get hurt again, and it’s going to hurt more this time," Zeno smiled sadly to himself, pushing away the cover from his body.

"No, no, please, don’t leave," Sebastian hurried to hold Zeno’s arm, stopping him from lifting himself off the bed.

Zeno fell back tiredly on the pillow, "Okay. Question one, are you really engaged to Sakura?" He asked.

Zeno knew that this might just be the only question he’d get to ask because if Sebastian agreed to actually being engaged to Sakura, then he needed to back off.

An engagement that has lasted up to a year isn’t a flimsy or undecided arrangement; it was intentional, and the couples must have formed a great bond between them. He was just acting as a third wheel, a marriage and home wrecker.

Sebastian took a deep breath and held the side of Zeno’s face, "Zeno -"

"Answer me, Sebastian," Zeno said seriously, frowning.

Sebastian clenched his jaws and sighed, "Yes, Zeno, I’m engaged to Sakura," He replied in a low voice, a deep reluctance lacing his tone.

Zeno gave out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head in a deprecating manner. "Okay, Sebastian... I understand, I’ll just fix my clothes and be gone. Please do not try to find me again... I’m tired," He smiled at Sebastian but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Sebastian looked alarmed, he didn’t even let Zeno move before he wrapped his arms around him, "Listen to me, Zeno, I -"

"You have a call; it might be your fiancée. Don’t keep the poor woman waiting; I already feel bad for having sex with you," He slid his hand into Sebastian’s pocket and took out his phone, smiling sadly when he saw the caller ID.

"Just like I said," He answered the call the threw the phone at Sebastian.

"Hi, baby?" Sakura’s voice called from the phone.

Zeno’s heart broke all over again, ’Fuck me, that’s what I get for being stupid, again,’ he scoffed and left the bed, taking the sheets with him.

Sebastian sighed and picked up his phone.

"Hello? Can you hear me, baby?" Sakura asked again.

Sebastian’s eyes followed Zeno as he walked into the bathroom.

’Out of all times to call, Sakura,’ Sebastian clenched his fists.

"Hey, baby, I can hear you, everything alright?" He asked in a gentle voice.

"Yeah, we were just missing Daddy and wanted to hear your voice; how’s the business going? Concluded yet?" She asked.

Sebastian rubbed his face, sighing, "It’s almost concluded, Baby, just a few more weeks or a month," He replied.

"Oh, okay, maybe we can come over and keep you company, what do you think?" She questioned.

Sebastian was quiet, he stared at the bathroom door and felt his heart skip a beat; he wished he could just set things straight before everything went out of hand, and if Sakura came to Paris, he might never get the chance to reconcile with Zeno anymore.

Zeno would never listen to him if he saw Sakura beside him.

"Okay, I’ll book you guys a flight, I’ve missed you," Sebastian said to Sakura.

Sakura giggled, "I know, baby, that’s why I’m coming to you," She chuckled.

"I’ll talk to you later, bye," He raked his fingers through his hair.

"Goodbye, Sebastian, love you," The sound of a short kiss was heard on her end of the phone before the call ended.

Sebastian fell back on the bed, mortified as his eyes stared at the bathroom.

He knew Zeno heard every single word of his call with Sakura. His enthusiasm for talking with him must have reduced to zero.

He was cooked.

It was going to be very hard to come out of this messy situation he’d put himself into.

He got out of bed and contemplated on either leaving the room to give Zeno some space or going right in there to try and talk with him.

He decided to leave the room; Zeno wasn’t in the mood for some shower seduction; he was drugged this time, and his mind and heart were sharp and active. He was hurting, the last thing he wanted from Sebastian at that moment was his dick.

Sebastian went to his wardrobe and brought out a pair of clothes for Zeno, dropping them on the bed before he quietly left the room, hoping Zeno would at least listen to him after his shower.

He didn’t go down to his living room, he walked the long way over to the other wing of the house, heading straight to Ken’s room.

He gently opened the door and walked into Ken’s room.

"Is Zeno awake?" Ken asked excitedly, dropping the book he was reading on his table.

"Yes," He replied, standing beside his door.

Ken jumped down from his chair, "Good, let’s go see him," He smiled, running over to his wardrobe to take out a shopping bag from it.

"Here, I’ve been waiting all day to show him what I got for him," Ken ran over to his father.

"He’d love it," Sebastian replied and lowered himself in front of Ken.

"Then let’s go," Ken was about to leave his room but Sebastian held him back.

"Wait," Sebastian lifted Ken in his arms.

"What now, Daddy?" Ken frowned.

Sebastian smiled. "You want Zeno back, right?" He asked.

Ken nodded, "Of course, do you have to ask?" He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, little king. But, I don’t think your wish is going to come true... Zeno doesn’t want your daddy anymore; he wants to leave, to leave us, can you help me talk to him? I mean, you’re also doing it for yourself, if he stays, he becomes your second Dad, just as you’ve always wanted. Just make him understand that we need him, deal?" Sebastian raised a brow at his son.

Ken blinked slowly, "He’ll become my second Dad? Promise? No more Sakura?" Ken questioned.

"No more Sakura, I promise," Sebastian agreed.

"Great, she’s so boring," Ken wriggled down Sebastian’s arms and ran out of his room, heading right towards Sebastian’s room.

 

Chapter 172

"Hi, Zeno, can I come in?" Ken peeked his head into the door, looking at Zeno, who was sitting by the edge of the bed, topless.

Zeno raised his head to look at Ken and slowly nodded.

Tears were in his eyes, but at that point, he didn’t care to hide it from the boy anymore; he was hurting so much that his protective walls had fallen, and he could not pretend to be strong anymore, but he wasn’t.

He let him cry because he loved the boy so much, and this might just be the last time he saw him again. His father hurt him; he loved his father, but the man hurt him more than anything ever could.

If Zeno wanted to be brutally honest with himself, he’d tell the word that he was tired of leaving; maybe meeting his parents would be the best for him. He never knew there was a kind of love that could make one lose interest in life if he lost that love; Sebastian was that love for him and now that he’d finally lost him, he’d lost his will to live, too.

Yeah, he knew he was being stupid and unreasonable, wanting to take his life because a person chose someone else over him, but he couldn’t help it; he loved Sebastian in an unhealthy way; toxic, maybe, but he loved him nevertheless.

"Are you crying?" Ken blinked with a frown as he walked over to Zeno; he dropped his shopping bag on the floor and hurried to Zeno.

He climbed on the bed and spread his arms for Zeno, "I’ll hug you and you’ll feel better, okay?" Ken said with a smile.

Zeno chuckled in between his sniff and nodded, turning to his side and engulfing Ken’s warm body in his arms.

His tears fell harder.

This was one of the things he was going to miss, Ken’s warmth. In the past, he had dared to dream of being a constant figure in the boy’s life, he had thought he’d watch the boy grow alongside Sebastian, but it was all a dream, a false dream.

"Don’t cry, Zeno... I feel like crying too," Ken whispered, patting Zeno’s back as he hugged him.

Zeno smiled sadly, he wished life could be as easy as children perceived it, there would be no pain or heartbreak in a child’s world, just love and happiness.

Zeno’s ears perked up when he heard the footsteps walking toward them, he knew it was Sebastian. He hugged Ken tighter, wishing Ken’s warmth would melt away all his pain and give him the courage to say his last goodbye to the only man he would ever love.

Sebastian was barely holding himself together, his heart felt like sharp claws were embedded in it and roughly tearing it apart. His pain as he stared at Zeno was unimaginable, he was part, no... he was the reason for Zeno’s pain.

He took cautious steps toward him, but all he wanted was to replace Ken’s position, holding Zeno tightly to himself and assuring him that everything was going to be okay.

"Zeno..." He called softly when he reached his side.

Zeno sniffed and reluctantly released Ken, but he didn’t look up at Sebastian.

"Wait," Ken jumped down the bed and returned with a box of tissues, "Here, I’ll wipe your tears," he helped Zeno wipe his face and eyes.

"Thank you," Zeno’s voice was cracked.

"You’re welcome; you can count on me; I’m not like Dad, who always makes you cry," Ken patted Zeno’s back.

"Kenneth?" Sebastian called, disappointed.

He had asked Ken to come to help him out, but it seemed like the boy really wanted him to lose his relationship.

Ken looked at his father and shrugged, glaring at him. He was angry at him for making Zeno cry.

Sebastian sighed quietly, "Can I sit?" He cautiously asked, pointing to the space beside Zeno.

Zeno nodded, still not looking at him, his pain would double if he saw Sebastian’s face, the face he’d grown obsessed with.

Sebastian lowered himself onto the bed beside Zeno, his hand moved to hold Zeno’s but he brought it back to his lap.

He stared at Ken, silently asking him to start the conversation as they agreed.

Ken looked vengeful for a second; if not that he also wanted Zeno to stay, he would have just encouraged Zeno to leave his father since his father only made him sad.

Ken was kneeling on the side beside Zeno, holding his hand, he looked up at Zeno and smiled, "Zeno, I’m seven already," He started.

Zeno looked at him with a sad smile, "I know, Ken, you’re all grown up now," He gently patted Ken’s hand.

Ken nodded, keeping his smile on, "Yeah. I’m still a kid, but I’m becoming more aware of my surroundings and feelings, too. Dad got me a psychology guide, Ms. Luna; she’s a great teacher; she helped me understand most of my feelings since I’m on my way to becoming an adult soon," He giggled.

Zeno felt himself smiling, too, he couldn’t resist Ken’s giggle.

"She must be great, then," He replied.

Ken nodded, "One time, I fought with my best friend when we were playing in school," Ken informed him.

Zeno frowned, "Why?" He was curious.

Ken sighed, "I didn’t know why, too, but when I told Ms. Luna the reason I fought, she told me it was normal, that I was just jealous. Could you believe it? A man is never jealous, that’s what Dad used to say, but that’s a lie, he said that to make me be like him, hard on the surface and a crybaby on the inside -"

"Kenneth," Sebastian called in a warning tone.

"Fine, I was digressing," He giggled again.

Zeno couldn’t believe that gearing a seven-year-old to speak to him would make him feel so relieved as if he was speaking to a professional therapist; Ken had a way of diffusing his tensed emotions.

"I had fought him because he was giving Camilla gifts, you remember her, right? The girl with two Dads?" Ken asked suggestively, glancing at his Father.

Zeno narrowed his eyes for a while before he recalled meeting August and Dave at the park a long time ago, their little girl was Camilla.

He smiled at Ken, "So, you had a crush on Camilla and got jealous when your best friend brought her gifts?" He asked.

Ken nodded, "Correct. But we’re good now; I told him I liked her, and I told her too, terms out she liked me back. Dad said I can date her when I’m eighteen," he said the last part excitedly.

Zeno glanced at Sebastian for a second and returned his eyes to Ken, "That’s great then, eighteen is just the right age," He patted Ken’s head.

Zeno was wondering why Ken was saying all these, though how does it relate to his predicament?

"Yeah. You, too... that’s why you’re crying, right? Because you’re jealous of Dad? You think he loves that boring lady, right?" Ken asked in a whisper.

Zeno’s attention was piqued, he fully turned to face Ken and asked, "What do you mean? What do you know?" He tried not to be too eager.

"Just like me, you’re jealous of someone you love, but because you have no one to fight over it with, you’re crying," Ken chuckled, poking Zeno’s cheeks.

Zeno didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Ken’s emotional attack, the boy was slowly offloading his loaded gun at him.

Sebastian was sitting quietly beside Zeno, proudly watching his son help him salvage his relationship. He made the right choice by asking him to help, Zeno wouldn’t have listened to a word he said.

"For a long time, I was angry; I hated him, I hated Sakura, I even hated my cute little brother, Cloud, because I thought my Dad really loved Sakura; I was angry he betrayed you; I wanted it to be just you, Dad, and I. I was so sad when you left, Zeno... Dad was, too." Ken hugged Zeno, placing his head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Zeno, and I wish it could just be you and I, I don’t like Fad that much either. But he loves you, too, and I hate that you might just love him more than you love me, right?" Ken suddenly broke off from the hug and pointed a suspicious finger at Zeno’s face.

Zeno smiled, "No, I don’t love him that much, I love you most," He assured Ken.

Ken hugged him again, "That’s awesome, then, he can just keep being the third wheel... but he loves you so much, Zeno, that’s why we’re here in Paris, in a new home, and doing some boring renovations he doesn’t even like," He frowned.

"What makes you think he loves me, Ken? He’s engaged to -"

"Sakura, I know," Ken smirked at Zeno and waved him closer so he could whisper something in his ear.

Zeno moved forward and put his ear in front of Ken’s mouth, "It’s fake, Could is-"

"Thank you, Kenneth, I’ve got it from here," Sebastian gently pushed Ken’s face away from Zeno’s ear.

Zeno was left shocked; he was still trying to process what Ken meant by ’fake.’ He’d seen Sebastian and Sakura with his own eyes; he’d heard them talk just this morning; how was it fake?!

"Here, Zeno, I got your style of clothing," He handed Zeno the shopping bag.

"Thank you, Ken," Zeno took the bag from him, smiling.

"You’re welcome," He replied.

Ken’s smile instantly dropped when he turned to look at his father, "I’m leaving; you better keep to your word, Dad; if not, I’ll make sure he leaves you; I’ll tell Abuelo," Ken threatened before walking out of the room.

Sebastian didn’t take Ken’s threat as a joke; the boy was developing a mind of his own, so he had no choice but to make sure that Zeno stayed at all costs.

"Zeno..." He placed a gentle hand on Zeno’s waist, "Can you look at me now, I’ll tell you everything," His voice was just over a whisper as he slowly shifted himself closer to Zeno.

 

Chapter 173

Zeno slowly turned and faced Sebastian, his body feeling warm by the gentle way Sebastian held his waist.

He bit his lips and forced away those thoughts for now. He needed to hear what Sebastian had to say. He wanted an explanation about what Ken had said.

"Then talk to me, Sebastian... I’m listening," Zeno replied quietly.

Sebastian took a quiet breath and stood from the bed, shocking Zeno by kneeling in front of him, moving in between his legs, and holding Zeno’s hand.

"What are you doing?" Zeno frowned, trying to take his hand away from Sebastian.

"Don’t, please; I just want to look at you properly while we are tall. Kneeling is part of my apology to you; nothing I do is going to cut it, so let me try; just let me hold you; it makes me believe that you’re with me, please?" He held Zeno’s hand tighter; he’d feel empty if he let it go.

Zeno watched Sebastian’s face; he looked tired, too, exhausted. Does it mean he was actually suffering as he was too?

"Let’s try this again, Sebastian," He nodded at Sebastian, gently clenching his fists to himself from touching Sebastian’s sad face.

Sebastian nodded eagerly, "Let’s try this again, Zeno," He replied.

Zeno looked away from him, his heart was misbehaving the more he stared at Sebastian, ’Is this how I’ll be able to reason rightly?’ He ashed himself.

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before returning his eyes to Sebastian’s. "What was Ken trying to say?" His voice was cold.

He wanted to seem as if he didn’t care so that when the answer would hurt him, Sebastian would think that he didn’t care at the beginning.

"Ken... he was just trying to tell you that Cloud was conceived through an IVF, I never slept with Sakura, or anyone else," He confessed in a calm voice, he needed Zeno to be assured, he wanted him to understand that he was incapable of cheating on him, not even at the point of a gun.

Zeno’s eyes could be seen sparkling a little; he held Sebastian’s gaze for a while; hope was rearing its head up in his heart; he was daring himself to believe Sebastian one more time, to trust him one more time.

’Can I trust you again, Sebastian?’ Zeno thought anxiously.

He slowly gathered himself together and blinked; he needed his head to focus on the topic; he was starting to dream, to dream really big, and that was dangerous. Dreaming big came with either an achievement or a huge failure, he was scared of failing this time.

"Cloud was conceived through an IVF? Why though? Why did you have to have a child with her? Why did it have to be your... sperm? Is it all part of the engagement? Does it mean you’re tied to her forever? Maybe you really do need a woman in your life -"

"Zeno," Sebastian’s hand started to caress Zeno’s arm, his eyes not leaving his.

"I just need answers -"

"Hey, handsome - oh, my! I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy. Hi, Zeno, nice to officially meet you. Go ahead, guys, I’ll be downstairs, minding my business," The door was slammed shut, the room returning to its initial quietness.

Zeno gently removed his hand from Sebastian’s, "That’s her, the girl you brought to the club the other night, she calls you handsome? Barges into your room whenever? Are we even ever going to get somewhere, Sebastian?" He sighed tiredly.

Sebastian took Zeno’s hand again, moving closer until one of his hands wrapped around Zeno’s waist, he made sure Zeno was looking back at him before he replied, "We’re getting somewhere, Baby girl. That’s Claudia; she is not my girlfriend, or whatever you thought she was; she’s Sakura’s partner; she’s just here waiting for Sakura to come over and meet her so they can live their lives away from their family," He explained.

Zeno paused, frowning, "What? How? You’re engaged to Sakura, Sebastian, what the hell are you guys doing?" He raised a brow at him.

"Sakura doesn’t like men, trust me, that girl never liked me for once, she just wanted to use me as a shield to her real sex from her parents, Cloud is her and Claudia’s son, and, no, it’s not my sperm, I’ve ve got no business with their family, the call you heard earlier was because my dad was with her, she first calls me baby to make sure I follow up on her acting each time my dad demanded she called me. I don’t love Sakura, Zeno, I love you, I’ve always had," Sebastian kissed the back of Zeno’s hand, caressing the side of his waist.

Zeno didn’t want to, but he felt instant relief and joy flood his system; he let a small, dismissable smile play on his lips. His hands moved on their own accord, cupping Sebastian’s face in them, "Sakura is in a relationship with Claudia?" He asked cautiously.

Sebastian nodded gently, "Yes," his magnetic eyes were charged on Zeno.

Zeno gulped, "You... you’re not planning to marry her?" He asked further.

Sebastian made a disgusted face, causing Zeno to chuckle, "No way..." He turned his head and kissed the inside of Zeno’s wrist, "I’m gay, Zeno," He whispered.

Zeno drew in a sharp breath and bit his lower lip, "That’s... good to know," He tugged on Sebastian’s hand, "Can you get up now?" He asked softly.

Sebastian chuckled, "Am I forgiven?" He whispered.

Zeno shook his head, "Not yet, but we can talk on the bed, you don’t have to kneel,"

Sebastian smirked, "Talking on the bed?" Sebastian lifted himself from the floor and gently pushed Zeno down on the bed, wedging his knees beside Zeno’s thighs, and placing his elbows beside his head.

"I’m nowhere near done talking, Zeno; you’re the one who asked me to get up, I need you to promise that you’ll forgive me no matter what I say," He raised a brow at Zeno.

Zeno hesitated, "I can, as long it doesn’t end up with you actually having to marry Sakura," Zeno stared up at him.

Sebastian didn’t respond, he took his time to stare at Zeno’s face, "Can I -"

Zeno gave Sebastian a very short kiss on the lips, "This doesn’t mean anything, Sebastian, not until I’ve heard why you treated me so badly, broke my heart in front of everyone, and let me believe you never loved me for over a year," He gently pushed Sebastian off him and sat up, grabbing a pillow to keep his hands busy while he listened to Sebastian.

Sebastian’s fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to pull Zeno back. He contained his smile; Zeno had kissed him; it meant a lot to him; his confidence was boosted; he didn’t move away from Zeno anymore, and he sat close to him, gluing his arm to his.

"Over there, Sebastian, we’re talking, not cuddling," Zeno pointed to the other side of the bed.

Sebastian sighed and reluctantly shifted to the side of the bed, he was ready to do whatever Zeno wanted as long as it made him happy.

"I’m planning to call off the engagement when Sakura comes over here; my father doesn’t know you’re here; if he did, he’d have found a way to cause trouble for us," Sebastian started, his eyes not leaving Zeno for once.

Zeno nodded, "I no longer care about what your father thinks, Sebastian, he has nothing on me anymore. All I want to know is why you did what you did, how did he convince you to hurt me that way? To hurt us that way, or perhaps I was the only one hurting?" He tilted his head to look at Sebastian.

Sebastian shook his head, "You have no idea, Zeno, I was hurting, badly. But I needed to do what I did that day... he was somewhere in the house watching, he wanted to confirm that I did break up with you," He informed.

Zeno was surprised, "So he did know about us?"

"Yes, he knew, I don’t know how, but he seemed to have known for a while before then. He needed to secure a business partnership with Sakura’s father; marriage seemed to be his surest way, so that’s how Sakura agreed to it, and I had no choice but to agree too," Sebastian said.

Zeno frowned, "What do you mean you had no choice, Sebastian? So because Sakura agreed just so she could use you to fake her orientation while she dated the person she loved, and you easily agreed to lose the person you claimed you loved just to protect other people’s love and to grant your father some stupid business partnership. I’m sorry, I don’t buy this shit, Sebastian, it’s not solid enough for what you did to me. You could have told me all this; we could have found a way to stand up to him; he’s your father; he has no choice but to deal with it in the end," Zeno stood and walked away from the bed.

Sebastian stood and followed him, he met Zeno leaning beside the wardrobe with a frown. He stood in front of Zeno and paced a hand under his chin.

"This is why I asked if you would forgive me if I told you everything; I haven’t even told you half of it, and you’re pushing me away again," Sebastian caressed Zeno’s jaw with his thumb.

"I’m not pushing you away, Sebastian, I’m just disappointed. Your reasons are too shallow for your actions, Seb, all I’m saying is that we could have stood up to your fucking father, none of us had to go through any of this," He stated, slapping Sebastian’s hand away.

Sebastian shook his head, "No, we couldn’t have stood up to him... we can’t still stand up to him," He said, stepping closer to Zeno.

"Why, what else can he do to me? He has nothing on me," Zeno gave a nonchalant shrug.

Sebastian hesitated, shut his eyes, and clenched his fists. He took a deep breath before looking at Zeno’s face.

"We can’t stand up to him, Zeno... he has your parents under his watch," Sebastian dropped the bomb.

Zeno blinked rapidly but not as rapidly as his brain was working in that second; he snapped his head at Sebastian, a huge confused frown marking his face, "W-What do you mean? My parents are dead," he said more to himself than to Sebastian.

Sebastian’s silence only made things worse; Zeno’s head was a mess, and he was starting to question everything, even his own existence.

"Sebastian, say something to me, what do you mean?" He held Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian sighed, "I meant what you said, Zeno; your parents were never dead; he’s got them for a long time," He confessed.

"Fuck! Fuck you, Sebastian! Fuck your father!" Zeno pushed Sebastian away, breathing harshly as his emotional turmoil rose higher with each breath he took.

 

Chapter 174

Zeno was staring at the pictures of his parents in some unknown house; they looked happy; he could tell by the way his mother was smiling at his father.

He couldn’t believe his eyes; all this time, he’d believed he lost his parents to an accident just to find out two years later that they were never dead in the first place.

He didn’t know if he should be happy, no, he was happy and elated, but he was also disappointed. He was disappointed at his parents for choosing to treat him the way they did: keeping him in the dark about their real jobs, disappearing through a fake death, and letting him mourn for nothing, hiding their involvement with the Mafia.

All his memories with his parents were a lie; the peaceful nine-to-five parents weren’t real; they were some secret high-valued cybercrime agents who had worked with Mr. Orion for more than ten years.

Zeno sighed and dropped the picture beside him on the bed. "I don’t know what to think," He murmured softly.

Sebastian was leaning beside his door, Zeno’s orders. "Can I come close now?" He asked gently.

Zeno had been very angry and even threatened to leave, but Sebastian had pleaded with him to stay back and listen to him first. He had told Sebastian that he hated him and asked him to stay away from him, asking him to stay beside the door while he tried to figure his feelings out.

Sebastian had obeyed without a complaint, he had walked over to the door after giving Zeno the picture to prove to him that he was being honest with his information.

Zeno slowly nodded, "You’ve proved your point, Sebastian, but if your father has them, then why do you want us back together? You said yourself he’d kill them if he found out about us again; the only way he’d release them was after your official marriage with Sakura," He covered his face with his hands and released a long breath, "No marriage, no freedom. What are we going to do, Sebastian, I think you should just marry -"

"No way," Sebastian strode toward him, eyes dark with resolve.

Zeno removed his hand from his face and stared at Sebastian with a frown, "No way? What do you mean?" He questioned.

Sebastian stood in front of Zeno and gently held his hand, pulling him to his feet, sliding his hand up his arm, and hooking it around Zeno’s neck.

He stared intimately into Zeno’s worried eyes, his fingers caressing Zeno’s neck, "I’m not marrying Sakura, Sweetheart; I already told you I don’t love her; I can’t, Zeno," He said calmly.

Zeno shook his head, "But it’s not about our feelings this time, Seb, it’s about people’s lives, my parents’ lives. Now that I know they’re alive, I don’t want them to die for real; I’m asking you to marry Sakura as a favor, Sebastian, I’m begging you, please?" His hands gently tapped Sebastian’s hips, his eyes pleading.

Sebastian pulled him closer and hugged him possessively, "Don’t worry, Love, I won’t marry Sakura, and nothing will happen to your parents, they’ll be safe," He whispered beside Zeno’s neck.

Zeno buried his face in Sebastian’s neck, sniffing in, "How? I want to trust you, Sebastian, but I have doubts, heavy doubts. What if he discovers your reason for coming over here? What would we do, then?" He asked quietly.

Sebastian didn’t respond, he was busy giving Zeno slow kisses along the neck, his hot, steamy breath tickling Zeno’s skin.

"Seb, answer me. We’re still talking, and I never said we’re back together," Zeno gently pushed him off him, causing a brow at him.

Sebastian pouted, "But you were sniffing me just now," He touched the side of his neck where Zeno had buried his nose.

"It’s just habits, Sebastian. Just answer me," Zeno replied, looking away from Sebastian’s mesmerizing eyes.

"Don’t worry, Sweetheart, if my plan is successful, you’ll have your parents by your side soon," Sebastian informed.

Zeno’s eyes shined, "Huh?! Really? How are you going to do it?" He asked.

Sebastian smirked, "My men are working on that; it’s not easy to infiltrate through my father’s walls, but it’s not impossible. Mind you, your parents are not prisoners, as a matter of fact, they don’t even know they’re being held ransom, they believe they’re on a secluded mission, and they even agreed never to make contact with family or friends for three years, that’s why they never contacted you, so, convincing them to leave their mission is going to be quite hard so I’ll need you to trust me, Zeno, I just need a little time," He explained.

Zeno furrowed his brows, lifted his brows, and suddenly faced Sebastian with a suspicious look, "I hear you... but I’m curious, you paint your father as the villain but what about you?" He folded his arms, regarding Sebastian with narrowed eyes.

Sebastian looked confused, "Me? What about me? I’m just a nan who’s trying his best to get back with his lover," he replied.

Zeno scoffed, "Yeah. Well then, do you mind telling this lover why you failed to mention this information regarding his parents to him? Why have you hidden it from me, Mr. Lover?" His tone was sarcastic.

Sebastian sighed, "I know you wouldn’t believe me, but I learned about this the day you went missing -"

"You mean the day Ida told you that I betrayed you with Bison?" Zeno raised a brow at him.

Sebastian cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "I’m sorry for how I behaved back then, Zeno; I was an idiot; I let the tension of everything that was happening get to me. I’ve always trusted you, Zeno; I know you can never betray or hurt; it was insensitive of me to act that way," I apologize.

Zeno rolled his eyes, "Put that on the list of things I’ll think over," He shrugged a shoulder.

Sebastian smiled, "I’m really sorry. I got to learn about your parents when I returned and couldn’t find you, and... things went wrong from there due to my father’s interference," He explained.

"Good story, so why couldn’t he let them reach out to their family? To me? He knew how wrecked I was, your family is just...stressful," Zeno said in exasperation.

Sebastian nodded, "I know. I’m not trying to defend him or make his actions look a little reasonable, but his main reason for keeping them away was because of Bison. They did get in an accident, which led to Nana’s long illness, but they weren’t crushed as they had shown you; they were barely scratched. Father sent your Nana to Ezra’s hospital and asked Anna to lead you to me for protection while he kept your parents safe after assuring them that he’d take care of their family," Sebastian narrated.

"Father... he’s not really a bad man, he’s just evil," Sebastian chuckled, "He was so angry when he learned that I fell in love with the man he’d asked me to protect, so now he’s threatening to kill your parents just to force us apart, but that’s not happening, baby girl. I’m not leaving your side for any reason," He covered the distance between them and hugged Zeno again.

Zeno didn’t push him away.

The whole thing wasn’t looking like a big deal anymore, but he knew it was. If Mr. Orion found out about them again, he’d surely keep to his words by hurting his parents; mafias were no one’s friends, they removed who needed to be removed whenever they found it convenient, and Mr. Orion never said things he didn’t mean.

He hugged Sebastian back, sighing softly, "I’ll trust you again, Sebastian. Bring my parents back to me," his arms tightened around d Sebastian’s neck.

"I promise, baby girl," Sebastian stared at Zeno’s face, slowly leaning closer until his lips were just a breath away from Zeno’s lips.

Zeno’s insides were steaming with that pet name: Baby Girl; he’d missed it.

They didn’t speak, just quietly staring into each other’s eyes, but their hands were slowly wandering each other’s body, pulling in and caressing.

"I want you," Sebastian breathed shakily.

Zeno licked his lips, his fingers grazed the back of Sebastian’s neck, "But we’re not dating yet..." He whispered.

Sebastian smirked sexily, his eyes suggestively roaming Zeno’s body, "Then let’s make it official on the bed, Zeno. Let me make love to you like I used to... like your boyfriend," He placed a feathery kiss close to Zeno’s lips.

Zeno closed his eyes as he felt those electrifying tingles travel down his spine, Sebastian’s proximity warming up his own body in speed, he wanted to feel Sebastian’s heat on him, skin-to-skin... justice they used to be.

"No," He shook his head, stepping away from Sebastian.

Sebastian sighed, "Come on, Baby girl, we need this, we crave it... we’ve missed it," He traced his hand from Zeno’s chest down to his stomach, stopping just above his waistband, his index finger teasing the waistline.

Zeno caught his hand, brought it up to his lips, and kissed the back of it, "No means no, Sebastian, last night was a... pleasure, but we do not recall that feeling until my parents are beside me. Keep your words first, then you’ll be rewarded," He drew Sebastian closer and placed a short kiss on his lips.

"I’m hungry, care to tour the house?" Zeno asked, walking toward the door.

Sebastian blinked back to reality, his eyes followed Zenonas. He walked out of the room, and a slow smirk crept up his lips.

He wasn’t listening this time, he’ll see how well Zeno resists him tonight.

He chuckled and followed Zeno’s out; he’d always dreamed of touring Zeno around his new mansion. Now isn’t a bad time.

Ken would be ecstatic, Zeno was staying.

 

Chapter 175

"It’s alright, Zeno, I have numerous employees, take your time, but hey, are you really back with him? Can I tell Nana?" Nicholas sat inside his car in front of his club, talking to Zeno through the phone.

"You won’t tell anyone, Nicholas; I never said anything about dating anyone; I’ll tell you all about it later; gotta go," Zeno replied and ended the call.

"Huh?" Nicholas stared at the phone with a frown.

’Staying together but not together?’

He scoffed and got out of his car, "I don’t believe anything he said," He muttered as he walked into his club.

"Good evening, boss," The security man greeted as he walked in through the entrance.

He tapped the security guy’s shoulder and walked on.

He went through the general club and smirked as he saw the whole place busy with people dancing and drinking; he knew he had made the right choice by opening the club; the revenue was massive.

"Oh! Sorry..." Nicholas apologized as he bumped into someone on the dance floor.

"No, I’m sorry, hey! Nicholas," The person held Nicholas’ shoulder.

"Pole?" Nicholas called in surprise.

"Hi, Nicholas, it’s good to see you again," He offered Nicholas a handshake.

Nicholas hesitated before he reluctantly shook Pole’s hand; he remembered that Ezra once spoke about Pole; he didn’t know if they’d had anything to do with each other, but he didn’t like the guy. And, it was none of his business.

"Welcome to my club, Pole, please enjoy your stay," He withdrew his hand and took a step forward.

"Um, excuse me, I’m sorry," Pole said to Nicholas, halting his steps

Nicholas gritted his teeth and faced Polenonce again, "What do you want?" He questioned with a little frown.

"Um, yeah, I was invited here by Ezra. I need to meet him at the VIP, but I don’t know how to get there; do you mind leading me there?" He asked.

Nicholas’ countenance switched to something very close to jealousy; his jaws worked, clenching, and his fists balled beside him.

’So they do have something to do with each other,’

"He invited you here?" Nicholas asked coldly.

Pole nodded, "He did, I’ve just spoken to him a few moments ago," He replied.

Nicholas nodded, "Right, follow me," he said and turned away, walking toward the passage that led to the VIP section.

Pole followed Nicholas behind, looking around the whole luxury.

"The place is nice," Pole said behind Nicholas as he stepped into the Vip section.

"I know. This is it, you can call whoever asked you here to meet you beside the bar," Nicholas said and turned away from him.

"Hi, Nicholas, thanks for bringing Pole in. Hey, Pole, it’s good to see you," Ezra gave Nicholas a short nod and moved past him to hug Pole.

"Same here, never knew you’d finally agree to hang out with me," Pole smirked.

Ezra shrugged, "Well, what can I say? You were quietly convincing, so here I am," He replied.

"Then, let’s over there?" Pole pointed toward the bar.

"Sure," Ezra answered and together, he made his way with Pole toward the bar.

Nicholas didn’t move from his position, he stood there, watching Ezra and Pole order their drinks.

His face was frowned upon; he was angry; he hated the pair. He knew he shouldn’t concern himself with what they did but he couldn’t look away.

His night was ruined; he felt like asking Nicholas to leave and take his stupid date with him, too.

He stood there, watching Ezra lead Pole over to a booth, Pole laughed at something Ezra said before he sat down, patting the space beside him.

Nicholas was fuming.

He was no kid; he saw the way Pole looked at Ezra as if he could fuck him with just his eyes.

’Yet he dared to kiss me,’ he scoffed and walked to the bar.

He sat in a place where he could watch them clearly, keeping himself busy with drinks.

"Another glass," He said to Luke.

"Boss, it’s the fifth drink, I thought you didn’t drink on duty?" Luke asked cautiously.

Nicholas narrowed his eyes at him, "Are you questioning me?" He asked.

Luke shook his head, "No, never. I’ll pour you another one," He quickly poured Nicholas another drink.

Nicholas picked it up and faced Ezra’s booth again; this time, their eyes met, and he was caught staring.

But he didn’t remove his eyes, he wasn’t apologetic. He gulped down his drink, keeping his eyes locked on Ezra.

"Hi, Nicholas, feel like dei king tonight?" A vouc3 asked beside him.

Nicholas slowly removed his eyes from Ezra and faced the person who had appeared beside him.

"Hi, Jay, long time, back from your travels?" Nicholas smiled at the man beside him.

Jay was exactly Nicholas’ height, but he was more buffed than Nicholas, and his buzzcut gave him a sexy military look.

"Yeah, I’m currently on vacation; where’s the best place to spend my time if not here? With you," Jay smiled at Nicholas.

Nicholas chuckled, "Still a flirt," He raised a brow at him.

"Only for you, Nick," Jay touched Nicholas’ arm.

"Can I get more drinks, please?" Ezra suddenly wedged himself between Nicholas and Jay, acting as though he hadn’t interrupted anything.

"Hey, man, you’re -"

"Is he your boyfriend, Nicholas?" Ezra ignored Jay, who was speaking to him, and spoke to Nicholas.

Nicholas frowned; Ezra had ignored him earlier, so why was he speaking to him now? Why would he care if Jay was his boyfriend? He never said anything about Pole.

"Yes, he is, got a problem?" Nicholas asked nonchalantly.

Ezra shook his head, he glanced at Jay and stepped out from between them, "No, I don’t have a problem, I just thought you would have done better -"

"Hey, watching your mouth," Jay stepped closer to Ezra, frowning.

Ezra stepped back, nodding, "Easy, soldier, I’m not here to cause trouble," He stared at Nicholas, "Enjoy your night, Nick," He smiled and grabbed his drink off the table before returning to Pole.

"Bastard," Nicholas murmured.

Jay moved closer to Nicholas, smiling as if he wasn’t about to fight someone a few seconds ago, "Boyfriend?" He asked, smirking.

Nicholas panicked as he heard the question, "Huh? No way, he’s not my boyfriend, I don’t like him," He hurried to reply.

"What? No, I wasn’t talking about that weirdo, I meant myself... you just agreed that I’m your boyfriend," He smirked at Nicholas.

Nicholas glanced around as if he wasn’t the person Jay was talking to, "Huh? Me? I said that? That’s a lie," he denied.

Jay chuckled, "You don’t have to be shy; I feel the same way for you, Nicholas, and don’t you dare blame the alcohol for your words; I heard you clearly," He pointed at Nicholas.

Nicholas groaned, "Uhh, stop talking, Jay, you wanna dance, I don’t know, I don’t want to dance. But I just want to stop you from talking," He sounded frustrated.

His eyes glanced at Ezra and saw that Pole’s hand was now resting on his lap, and Ezra didn’t even try to remove it. His anger piled, and he glared at Ezra, wishing his drink choked him to death.

"Nicholas?" Jay called.

"Oh, yes?" He turned to realize that Jay was too close for comfort and simply moved his body away from him.

"I said I don’t mind dancing, Nick; who knows, I might end up seducing you with my moves," He said confidently.

Nicholas leaned in and whispered beside his ear, "I’ve told you before, just like I tell others; I’m a top, and that’s not changing anytime soon," He gently pushed Jay away.

Jay laughed softly, "I’ve heard that before. But, we’ll see how it goes, dance?" He offered Nicholas a hand.

Nicholas shrugged, "Why not?" He held Jay’s hand, jumped down the stool he was sitting on, and followed him to the dance floor.

In the booth, Ezra’s eyes immediately followed Nicholas when he saw him leave his seat; his body stiffened the moment he saw Jay draw Nicholas plush against his body on the dance floor; his hand that was taking his drink to his mouth hung mid-air as he stared at Nicholas comfortable chuckling and following Jay’s lead on the dance floor.

"Ezra, are you okay?" Pole asked quietly, tapping Ezra’s thigh.

Ezra forced his eyes away from Nicholas and Jay, but he could still see them through the side of his eye.

"I’m sorry, what did you say?" He asked.

Pole narrowed his eyes at him, "Are you sure you’re fine? You’re not the usual sarcastic doctor I used to know," his finger traced Ezra’s hand that was holding his drink, "Or does the alcohol bring out another side of you?" His voice turned into a gentle whisper.

Ezra chuckled, "Maybe, you’re imagining things, Pole, want to dance?" He asked out of the blue; he wanted to get close to Nicholas and keep an eye on him. He didn’t like his stupid boyfriend and planned to separate them by all means tonight.

Pole nodded, "Sure, Doc, let’s dance," his voice was suggestive as he replied.

However, they had just taken two steps away from their booth when Ezra paused and looked apologetically at Pole, "I’m really sorry, but I have to go to the restroom, I think my stomach is rejecting the alcohol, you can go back first, don’t wait for me, I’m really sorry," He rushed his words and hurried away, leaving behind a confused Pole.

Ezra had seen Nicholas go towards the bathroom and immediately followed him; he couldn’t stand it anymore; he needed to confront him one last time.

He walked into the restroom and waited and stood beside Nicholas’ closed door; the moment the door opened, he pushed Nicholas back in and entered the restroom, locking the door.

Nicholas was rendered speechless as he never expected Ezra in his restroom, "What the fuck, Ezra?" He slapped Ezra’s hand away but got pushed back against the wall instantly.

"We need to talk, Nicholas," Ezra’s voice was low and electrifying, his eyes dark and searching.

 

Chapter 176

Nicholas shoved at Ezra’s chest, his jaw tightening as he glared at him. "Talk about what, Ezra? How you conveniently ignored me when you were with your date but suddenly give a damn when I’m busy with someone else?"

Ezra didn’t budge, his body pressed firmly against Nicholas’, trapping him against the cold tiled wall. "Date?" He scoffed, his voice low and laced with irritation. "You think Pole is my date?"

Nicholas smirked, though his pulse was racing. "What else would he be? I mean, you looked pretty cozy with his hand on your lap. Didn’t seem to bother you."

Ezra’s grip on Nicholas’ wrist tightened, his other hand bracing against the wall beside Nicholas’ head. "And you didn’t seem to mind letting your so-called boyfriend rub up against you on the dance floor."

Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Oh, what do you care, Ezra? Stop acting funny."

"Calm -"

"Just get off me, Ezra; one time, you were shoving your tongue down my throat; the next, you have Pole’s hands roaming over you."

Ezra exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw ticking. "You kissed me back," he accused; his voice husky.

Nicholas shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. What’s it to you?"

Ezra’s fingers flexed where he held Nicholas’ wrist, his thumb brushing against his skin...whether by accident or intent, Nicholas couldn’t tell. The touch sent an unwelcome thrill down his spine, but he masked it with a scoff.

"You’re a control freak, you know that?" Nicholas taunted, tilting his chin defiantly. "You think you can ignore me when you want, then come running the second you see someone else in my space? Tough luck, Doc."

Ezra let out a low chuckle, dark and amused. "You talk too much, Nicholas."

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" Nicholas shot back, though his breath hitched when Ezra suddenly leaned in, their faces mere inches apart.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension in the small space was suffocating, their breaths mingling as they stared each other down. Nicholas’ heart was pounding...partly with irritation, but mostly with something else. Something dangerous.

Then, just as Ezra’s grip tightened like he might actually close the distance, Nicholas wrenched his wrist free and shoved him back.

"Get the hell out of my way," Nicholas snapped, his voice rougher than he intended.

Ezra smirked. "Make me."

Nicholas clenched his fists. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to kiss him. Hell, he didn’t know what he wanted. But he did know one thing...this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

"I’ll leave on one condition," Ezra’s eyes were locked on Nicholas’ face.

Nicholas was trying his best to control his breathing. Zen’s words were infiltrating his head at that moment, but he pushed them away.

Yes, he wanted to kiss Ezra, but it was because of the alcohol; yes, he had said some suggestive words to him, but it was still the alcohol. Everything that had happened in that restroom was the alcohol, not him.

He needed his control back, Ezra was trying to take advantage of him but he wasn’t going to let him.

"Move out of the way, Ezra, I need to leave," Nicholas ordered.

"To return to your fake boyfriend? No way, Nicholas, you’re speaking to me, here, just you and I," Ezra moved again, backing Nicholas against the cold tiles.

"Ezra, what the fuck do you want from me? Don’t make me hate -"

"Shut up," Ezra placed a finger on Nicholas’ lips, leaning his face close to Nicholas’ "You don’t hate me... you kissed me back, and, it didn’t feel like a kiss from an enemy; it felt like a kiss from a lover, a lover who was silently begging his boyfriend to fuck the life out of him. Am I wrong?" His words traveled in low timbrels into Nicholas’ ears.

Nicholas softly sucked in a breath; his insides fluttering like he had a butterfly cage in it, "Why? Why did you kiss me? We’re supposed to be enemies, Ezra, why did you kiss me?" His voice now had a soft tone to it; it seemed to be slowly losing its bitterness.

Ezra smirked; this was the first time Nicholas didn’t try to maintain that he hated him; he moved his mouth beside Nicholas’ "Take a guess, Nicholas, why do think I’d kiss you?" He whispered.

Nicholas slightly shivered when he felt Ezra’s breath on the shell of his ear. "Because you hate me, too. You’re trying to irritate me with your stupid reverse psychology," He said, cursing himself for how shaky his voice sounded.

Ezra scoffed, "Then, tell me, Nicholas..." his hand went behind Nicholas’s head, tilting it to the side and angling his so his lips aligned with Nicholas’, "Are you irritated right now?" He asked huskily.

Nicholas gulped, "Don’t mess with me, Ezra, tell me why you kissed me, I... it’s not leaving my mind, I need to know," He replied.

"Because I like you, Nicholas, you don’t have to be so dumb. I like you," Ezra’s fingers slowly massaged Nicholas’ head, his other hand drawing him closer by his waist.

Nicholas was speechless, his skin tingled all over, and Ezra’s hand on his body was setting a low, intense flame within him, "You like me?" He asked slowly.

Ezra’s eyes were darkening intensely, and his breath was hot and shallow, "I do, Nicholas," he confirmed, pushing Nicholas’ hips against his, sighing in pleasure when his cock pressed against Nicholas’.

"I think you feel the same way, Nicholas; it never lies," He slowly ground his hips against Nicholas’.

Nicholas’ lips were parted, and his eyes wavered, looking away from Ezra.

Ezra placed his hand on the side of Nicholas’ face and returned his face to look at him, "Say something, Nicholas, I just told you how I feel about you, I need to know how you feel, too, say something that isn’t about how hard you hate me,"

Nicholas gulped, biting his lips.

Ezra shut his eyes before using his thumb to draw Nicholas’ lower lip out from between his teeth, "Speak, Nicholas, you’re tempting me," He murmured.

Nicholas took a deep breath, "I don’t believe you... you like me but you went ahead to ignore me after kissing me, treated me as if I don’t matter, and Pole? You dared to bring him to my club and flirt with him...you don’t like - Mph!"

Ezra’s kiss was heated, hungry, and aggressive. His lips was hard on Nicholas’, possessive, needy.

Nicholas’ head was reeling from the sudden kiss; he realized that his rational senses were shutting down, leaving only his primal sense active because he found himself kissing Ezra back with the same fervor; he even went ahead to hook one of his legs around Ezra’s hips.

"Fuck, Nicholas, not here... calm down," Ezra placed his forehead against Nicholas’, panting as he stared into his eyes.

Nicholas didn’t speak, he’d just confirmed that he burned for Ezra more than he’d imagined, but they still had a huge obstacle between them. He placed a hand on Ezra’s chest and slowly pushed him away.

"This isn’t right," Nicholas said, walking toward the door.

Ezra let him unlock the door, quietly following him out of the restroom.

However, before Nicholas could step out of the restroom, Ezra pulled him back by his wrist.

"Stop, Ezra," Nicholas sighed.

Ezra frowned, "Leave me with something, at least, Nicholas. You’ve just kissed me, and goddammit, it was the best kiss I’ve had, Nicholas. But what? You push me away and tell me it is wrong? Can you tell me exactly what was wrong about our kiss?" He frowned.

"Was it your lips on mine? Your tongue in my mouth or mine in yours? The way our bodies heated up when we touched each other? Tell me, Nicholas, I need to know what was wrong with all that," Ezra questioned, his eyes searching Nicholas’ face.

Nicholas sighed, "I don’t know, Ezra; all I know is that I kissed you and that’s it. I don’t have a reason," He replied, quickly turned and left.

Ezra rubbed his temple with his fingers; he didn’t know which one was causing his headache, Nicholas’ stubbornness, or the alcohol.

But Ezra was determined to get Nicholas to own up to his fucking feelings tonight, so he marched out of the restroom with sure, confident strides.

His jealous mind was already thinking of how he was going to walk up to Jay and snatch Nicholas right out of his hands when he surprisingly saw Nicholas walking up those stairs he saw him walking the last time,

He followed him.

He followed Nicholas up the stairs and through a short hallway; he panicked when he saw Nicholas enter a room and immediately hurried over to hold the door before it shut. However, he was surprised to find the door slightly opened.

He smirked as he slowly pushed the door open and walked into the room, quietly locking the door as he entered.

Ezra’s eyes immediately found Nicholas standing beside his bed with his back to him; Nicholas’ hand went underneath his shirt, and he slowly pulled it over his head, throwing it on the chair beside his bed.

Ezra’s quiet footsteps sounded softy on the floor until he stood behind Nicholas; his hands went up Nicholas’ shoulders, tracing them down to his arms, and his breath fanned the back of Nicholas’ neck.

"Doing this, Nicholas, does it mean you feel the same way about me," His lips grazed the side of Nicholas’ neck.

Nicholas turned and faced Ezra.

"Woah!" Ezra chuckled as he found himself pushed down on the bed, he watched as Nicholas climbed on, straddling him.

"I’m taking this as a yes, Nicholas," Ezra said, his hand tracing Nicholas’ collarbone.

Nicholas pushed Ezra’s upper body down on the bed and lowered his face to his, "I still don’t know what I’m doing, Doc," He whispered against Ezra’s lips.

Ezra put his hand behind Nicholas’ neck, "Just follow your instincts, baby, what are they telling you?" His hand went down and grabbed Nicholas’ ass, causing him to moan very softly.

Nicholas’ eyes were half-lidded, "They... they’re asking me to fuck you, Doc," He replied in a breathy voice.

"Good boy," Ezra smirked and went to pull Nicholas down for a kiss, but Nicholas fell on top of him before he could even touch him.

The next thing he heard was a very soft and cute snoring from Nicholas, indicating that he had slept.

"Damn, Nicholas... out of all times..." He sighed, frustrated...sexually.

 

Chapter 177

Nicholas woke up feeling extremely cozy; he hugged the person beside him tightly, pushing his face closer to the addicting scent he was smelling.

He sighed softly when he felt someone’s hand lazily caressing his back, he loved the feeling.

"Good morning, Baby," He heard a sexy voice in front of him and slowly opened his eyes.

’Fuck!’ Nicholas cursed mentally when he saw Ezra’s face staring at him.

Ezra smiled at Nicholas, and his hand went up to his face, "Don’t look surprised sweetheart; you brought us here last night," He whispered.

Nicholas gulped, he gently removed Ezra’s hand from his face, "Did we..." He trailed off.

Ezra sighed, "I wish we did, Nick... you made me suffer all night..." He slowly raised himself on his elbow and gently pushed Nicholas down on the bed, climbing on top of him, "But we can now," He whispered.

Nicholas licked his lips, he couldn’t move as he stared at Ezra’s face leaning down toward his.

"What are you doing, Ezra?" Nicholas asked, placing a finger on Ezra’s lips.

Ezra simply opened his mouth and sucked Nicholas’ finger into his mouth, his eyes watching the aroused look in Nicholas’ eyes as he swirled the tip of his tongue over the finger in his mouth.

Nicholas drew his bottom lip between his lips and slowly removed his finger from Ezra’s mouth.

"Stop that, Ezra, that’s, that’s disgusting," He said, looking away from Ezra.

Ezra smirked, "Disgusting? You didn’t find my kiss disgusting last night," He reminded, his hand tracing Nicholas’s chest and abdomen.

Nicholas immediately held Ezra’s hand, "Stop. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t kiss you last night. What are you even doing on my bed?" He asked quietly.

"You don’t remember? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you wouldn’t have let me fuck you in the restroom if I hadn’t stopped us," He dared, his hand pushed away Nicholas’ hand that was holding his and proceeded to caress his abdomen.

Nicholas gasped when Ezra’s fingers ran across his waistline. "I..." He paused, watching Ezra’s darkening eyes; there was something wild and dangerous in the way Ezra was staring at him as if he’d do something to him if he denied what happened between them last night.

"You what, Nicholas? I dare you to lie to me," Ezra watched Nicholas, his hand pushed through Nicholas’ pants, smirking at the surprised look on Nicholas’s face.

"Ezra -"

"Shh... you know you want it... look how hard it is," Ezra’s husky voice slipped into Nicholas’ ear, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin, but Ezra’s voice was the least of his problems, he was more concerned about Ezra’s hand inside his pants, touching what he wasn’t supposed to be touching.

Nicholas was speechless, the tip of his cock was leaking and he knew he couldn’t go back at this point.

"Your eyes don’t lie, Nicholas... you want me. You wanted me last night, too. I’m a doctor, I know the signs of falling in love, and you, are falling for me, hard," Ezra slowly took out his hand from Nicholas’ pants and rolled away from him.

"Where’s your bathroom?" Ezra stood beside Nicholas’ bed, waiting for him to show him the bathroom.

Nicholas wore a heavy frown on his face, his body was already hot, expecting; what did Ezra think he was doing?

He got down from the bed and went to stand in front of Ezra, "Leaving?" His jaw ticked, his eyes scanning Ezra’s face for an answer.

Ezra simply nodded, "Yes, I mean, if you’re not comfortable with me staying longer, I can leave," He said.

Nicholas scoffed, folding his arms on his chest, "You’re in a hurry to meet him, huh?" He questioned.

Ezra furrowed his brows, "Meet who? I just want to shower, Nicholas, what are you talking about?" He tilted his head as he watched Nicholas’ angry face.

"Pole? Doesn’t the name sound familiar? You left him without a notice last night, are you hurrying to pledge your loyalty?" Nicholas stepped closer, a daring look on his face.

Ezra suddenly, smiled, "Oh, I see what this is... you’re jealous, Nicholas? Do you want to keep me all to yourself? You can’t blame me, I need someone who would return my feelings, Nicholas, you don’t." He stated.

"I don’t?" Nicholas frowned, taking another step close to Ezra.

Ezra stood his ground, watching Nicholas, waiting for his move.

He knew what he did when he suddenly stopped touching him, he didn’t want to be the one forcing himself on someone, it had to be mutual.

"You answer that question, sweetheart, do you return my feelings?" Ezra touched Nicholas’ chest shortly and retrieved his hand.

Nicholas hesitated for a while before he covered the space between them and pressed his lips against Ezra’s.

He had his hand beside Ezra’s face, kissing him with everything he had.

"What? Why are you not kissing me back? Because I’m not Pole?" Nicholas’ voice was soft, withdrawn.

Ezra sighed, "Pole has nothing to do with us, here, Nicholas." He explained.

"Then... why are you holding back? I thought you wanted this?" He pointed his hand between them.

"I do want it. I do want you. But I’m not just looking for an orgasm, Nicholas, I could get it anywhere if I wanted -"

"Did you?" Nicholas asked, running his eyes from Ezra’s head down to his toes.

Ezra chuckled, "Depends on when you’re asking, Nick. But, to be clear... not since you stayed over at my house, how about you?" He questioned, his eyes locking steady on Nicholas.

Nicholas sighed and looked away.

Ezra shook his head and walked toward the door.

"We’re not done talking," Nicholas grabbed Ezra’s hand, turning him to face him.

Ezra looked at him, "You weren’t talking. This is what I was talking about, Nicholas. You don’t return my feelings, hell, I love you, I have miserably loved you for quite some time, but all I get from you is hate, you never fail to remind me how much I irritate you, how much you can’t stand me, how much you’d rather kill yourself than give yourself to me, it goes on, Nicholas. How do you expect me to feel?" He questioned with a cracked voice.

Nicholas bit his lips, his fists balling beside him.

"There, you’re not responding," Ezra sighed.

"I... I thought you hated me, too, why do you have feelings for me?" Nicholas asked.

"I never said I hated you," Ezra replied.

Nicholas frowned, "You acted like you did. You also wanted nothing to do with me for a long time," he informed.

Ezra shook his head, stepping closer and holding Nicholas’ hand, "I might have acted that way, but I never said I hated you. I was just giving you the space you needed because you clearly told me you didn’t want my friendship anymore. It hurt, Nicholas, but I had to give you the space; I didn’t want to get to a point where you really couldn’t stand my presence," his hand slowly went behind Nicholas’ head.

"Then, what changed? What made you think you could pursue me? And why do you think I feel the same way about you?" Nicholas asked.

"Feelings evolve, Nick; that is what humans do best; we evolve, and I know you’re evolving too, I can feel it. Just be true to yourself and accept that change, I’m not really a bad person, and...I promise you, I’m good in bed," He winked at Nicholas.

"You’re crazy," Nicholas rolled his eyes.

"But, I’ve told you, I’m a top... unless you’re willing to -"

"Once, Nicholas, let me fuck you once; if you don’t like it, I’ll let you go, I promise," Ezra whispered.

"If you were so confident, why did you stop?" Nicholas asked, his hand unbuttoning Ezra’s pants.

Ezra let him, smirking, "I needed your approval," He replied.

Nicholas put his hand inside Ezra’s pants, gulping when he felt his erection; Ezra wasn’t joking when he said his thing was bigger.

"I never stopped you," He whispered close to Ezra’s ear.

Ezra was breathing harshly; Nicholas wasn’t going with easy mode, his expert hand was rubbing his dick in a way that made him forget what he wanted to say next.

He’d always imagined this between them, but now that it was happening, his senses were betraying him. He was losing his reasoning and he couldn’t believe that Nicholas was touching him.

"Sit, Doc. Seems like you need to be put in the mood," Nicholas bit Ezra’s neck before backing him toward the bed and pushing him down on it.

"Nicholas -"

"Shh... you asked, I’m giving," Nicholas leaned down and kissed Ezra’s lips, his hands quickly zipping down his pants and taking out his cock.

"Ah, Nicholas," Ezra gasped as Nicholas’ thumb slid around the tip of his cock.

"That’s my name, Doc. And that’s the only thing you’re going to be saying," Nicholas licked his tongue along Ezra’s lips, dodging when Ezra leaned in to kiss him properly.

"Nah... something else needs my mouth around it," He whispered huskily before going down on his knees, his eyes locked on Ezra’s as he held his cock to his mouth, smoothly sliding it inside it.

"Fuck~Nicholas!" Ezra groaned, his body shaking in vigor.

 

 

Chapter 178

"Eyes on me, Nicholas," Ezra commanded as he pushed Nicholas’ legs apart, sliding his body between them.

Nicholas was panting, his chest rising and falling in fast motions as he watched Ezra’s naked body climb over his naked one.

Their clothes were long dished to the floor a long time ago as they got hot and bothered.

"You’re impatient," Ezra whispered beside Nicholas’ ear.

"You taste so addicting... I wanted more," Nicholas replied sensually, slipping his hand under his pillow and taking out a lubricant, "Hurry up, Doc, keep to your word," His lips grazed Ezra’s jaw.

Ezra narrowed his eyes at him as he took the lubricant from him, kneeling between his legs.

"It’s not what you think... I -"

"I’m not thinking, Nicholas... right now, you’re the only thing on my mind," Ezra gently raised Nicholas’ legs one after the other, placed them on his shoulders, and then moved in and kissed the inside of Nicholas’ thigh.

Nicholas moaned softly, his eyes watching Ezra’s alchemist figure between his legs, ’He’s fucking hot,’ he bit his lips.

"I know, Nicholas, the body is all yours," Ezra winked at him, smiling when he saw how red Nicholas’ face turned in embarrassment.

Ezra knew Nicholas didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was all good for the mood.

"Don’t be shy, Nicholas, I love dirty talks... does that feel good?" He asked in a low voice as he squirted a little lubricant over Nicholas’ dick, fisting it.

Nicholas locked his legs around Ezra’s neck and slowly nodded, his moans getting a little higher.

Ezra smirked; he squirted more drops on his fingers and slowly moved above Nicholas; his eyes watched Nicholas’ listy ones before he leaned down and kissed him.

"Mmm~" Nicholas moaned; his legs had automatically locked around Ezra’s neck, and he doubted he was ever going to take it off his shoulder.

"Okay... now, let this doctor examine you," Ezra’s warm breath ghosted over Nicholas’ lips.

"What do - ahh ~" Nicholas sighed, his eyes rolling over in pleasure as he felt Ezra’s middle ringing around his opening.

’So that’s why he meant!’ His brain screamed.

"Relax, Nicholas, your muscles are tense; I’ll be gentle, I promise," Ezra’s voice was strained, holding back the demon that was asking him to forget prep and fuck Nicholas the way he wanted.

"Ah~mm!" Nicholas’s hand came up around Ezra’s neck as he felt his middle finger slowly slide inside his rectum.

"Good boy, relax... you like that?" Ezra whispered, his finger slowly going in and out of Nicholas’ hole, and his breathing becoming shorter and faster.

"Y-yes... more," Nicholas breathed out.

Ezra gulped at Nicholas’ command, he gently added a second finger, his index finger, watching Nicholas’ expression from a little discomfort to pure pleasure.

He moved his fingers slowly, gritting his teeth as his cock kept twitching between his legs, "Talk to me, Nicholas, how do you like it?" He kissed the side of Nicholas’ neck.

Nicholas sighed, "More... Ezra... I want more," Je begged shamelessly, staring into Ezra’s eyes.

Ezra clenched his jaws, "Shit, Nicholas... your eyes are killing me," he groaned.

He slid out his fingers and moved his hips closer to Nicholas’ center.

"Is this what you meant by more, Nicholas?" Ezra asked, the tip of his cock rubbing against Nicholas’s backdoor.

Nicholas licked his lips and nodded; so much for being a top. He never thought he’d be under someone one day, begging them to fuck him. But, there he was, and he wasn’t one bit ashamed of himself.

"Yes, Ezra, put it in already, please," He pleaded, his legs nudging Ezra lower.

Ezra shut his eyes and cursed, he slammed his lips onto Nicholas’ and kissed him roughly. He kept his lips on Nicholas’s he slowly put the head of his cock in his entrance before he slowly pushed it in.

"Fuck! Fucking tight, Nicholas - Uh ~" Ezra groaned loudly; his whole body felt like it was covered with a warm, soft cloth.

His nerves were super awake, carrying the electrifying tingles all over his body.

"Move, Doc. I need that friction inside me, fuck me," Nicholas whispered in a raspy voice.

Ezra shivered and placed his forehead against Nicholas his hips slowly started to throat into him.

Both of them drew in a sharp breath, their body heating up to the maximum.

"God... Nicholas... you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this, Ah~" Ezra moaned.

Nicholas felt like he was boneless; all his body could feel was Ezra’s cock pushing in and out of his walls; he could swim in that pleasure forever; he wanted to feel it harder, "mmn~ then... show me how you’ve always imagined it... break me if you you can," Nick dared.

Ezra’s hand immediately went or Nicholas’ neck, gently pressing down on it, "Don’t dare me, Nicholas, you have no idea how hard it is for me to go this slow, to control myself over you," he warned in a low growl.

Nicholas moaned, "Don’t hold back, I want to see every part of you, Ezra... fuck me like you mean it..." his handheld Ezra’s own that was on his neck, "Choke me, Doc... hurt me if you dare," He whispered seductively.

Ezra lost it, his hand tightened around Nicholas’ neck, and his cock twitched, "Remember, you asked for this," He reminded hotly before he roughly slammed into Nicholas.

He fucked Nicholas hard and rough, his hips thrusting wide while his hand choked Nicholas.

Nicholas was a morning mess, he let his sexy, sensual cries escape his parted lips, his heart pounding faster and faster with each rough thrust Ezra brought his way.

"Doc. Faster..." He cried out.

Ezra grunted and increased his speed.

Nicholas was the tightest he’d ever had, he was perfect for his cock. He felt himself chasing his weak quicker than usual, that’s how sweet Nicholas was.

"Damn... ah, Nicholas, you’re so tight, I’m close, you have to cum with me, Sweetheart," He growled, breathless

"Ah... I’m right beside you, Doc... you’re so perfect," His hands found Ezra’s nipples and pinched them, moaning when his action caused Ezra to thrust rougher into him.

"You’re naughty, Nicholas," He whispered beside Nicholas’ ear licked his ear, kissing the back of his ear.

Nicholas suddenly grabbed Ezra’s face and kissed him, moaning between kisses as Ezra assaulted his center.

He surprised Ezra by suddenly biting hard into his neck, his teeth digging deep into his skin.

"Ugh~Nick... I’m, fuck!" Ezra suddenly found himself cumming inside Nicholas, his jaws clenched as his hips thrust harder against Nicholas’

"Ah~yes, Doc, yes... my fucking best orgasm," Nicholas moaned shamelessly as his body shook, he felt Ezra’s cock inside his spasming walls, and his cock twitched in the next second, spilling right into Ezra’s abdomen.

They both moaned, their breaths mingled as they stared at each other. Their body was sweaty, but they didn’t care. Instead, they loved the idea that they’d made each other sweat deliciously.

"Fuck, Nicholas... you’re naughty," Ezra kissed Nicholas’s lips, pushing his tongue right through his lips, fucking his mouth with his tongue.

"You’re not such an innocent doctor, yourself, who would have thought - Ah! Ezra?" He immediately locked his legs around Ezra’s waist, holding him in place.

"Why did you pull out?" Nicholas asked with a slight frown.

"I’m not going anywhere, I just want you to be comfortable," Ezra whispered and gently unhooked Nicholas’ legs from around his waist.

"Come here, Sweetheart," Ezra gently pulled Nicholas into his arms as he lay beside him, releasing a satisfied breath as his arms wrapped around Nicholas’ body.

He stared at Nicholas’ face and saw him frowning; he immediately got scared.

Was their fun over? Was this the part where Nicholas termed it as a mistake and went ahead to ask for space?

He touched Nicholas’ face, "Hey... did I do something wrong?" He asked in a soft voice.

Nicholas looked at him and nodded, "Yes," He said in a serious tone.

Ezra’s heart missed a beat, "Then I fucked up. I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time. Do you mind telling me what I did so I won’t repeat it next time?" He whispered.

Nicholas sighed, "You pulled out too quickly... I was enjoying the spasming of your cock and you took it away... that’s not fair..." He informed with a little frown.

Ezra paused, watched Nicholas’ face to check if he was serious, and when he confirmed it, he chuckled before kissing Nicholas.

"I’m sorry, baby. Noted. I will never pull out from your sweet center, I don’t mind being joined like dogs, you know, I can stay in there forever and not get tired," He promised, tracing his thumb over Nicholas’ jaw.

"Promise?" Nicholas asked.

Ezra chuckled in disbelief, he never knew that Nicholas would ever act so clingy toward him, but he loved it, "I promise,"

Nicholas smirked and proceeded to lean in and kiss the mark where he’d bit Ezra on his neck. He licked it, suckling on it like a baby would do on a breast.

"Nick - Ah, Nicholas, easy, I don’t think you can handle another round," Ezra held Nicholas’s shoulders and gently pushed him away.

Nicholas scoffed, "So much for wanting me," He rolled his eyes and attempted to move away from Ezra but he got drawn back into his arms.

"Touchy much?" Ezra whispered.

"You’re clearly done with me, aren’t you?" Nicholas asked, frowning.

"No. Nowhere near done, remember, this was just a test. So how did I do? 1 to 10?" Ezra’s voice turned lower than usual, his hand slid behind Nicholas and grabbed one of his cheeks.

"Tell me, Nicholas, do you think I’m worthy enough to top you? Are you willing to let go of your initial position and switch for me? Are we worth the change? Did I fuck you right?" He whispered against Nicholas’ lips, his hand palming cheek behind.

Nicholas bit his lips, Ezra was too raw for him to handle, "Ezra..." He sighed.

Ezra smirked, "I know I turn you on, Nicholas, but you have to answer me, first. I need to know that you enjoyed it just as much as I did," he gently urged.

"You already know the answer, Doc... you’re the best I’ve ever had," Nicholas confessed.

Ezra drew in a sharp breath, he drew Nicholas closer to himself, sniffing his neck, "Better than those you used the lubricant on?" His voice carried a hint of jealousy.

 

 

Chapter 179

"What? What about them?" Nicholas smiled at Ezra.

"So you did use it on people... how many?" Ezra questioned.

"Mmm... let’s see," Nicholas pretended to think, tapping his finger in his chin.

"Don’t play with me, Nicholas... I told you I haven’t fucked anyone since you slept over at my place, at least, that was when I realized that I wanted something with you. But what about you? When did you realize it? Or haven’t you realized yet? I mean, I’m not judging, but someone who believes that his feelings are sure about someone they don’t go about having one-night stands... I’m not asking for trouble, Nick, I just want to know where I am in your life at the moment," Ezra spoke very softly, his eyes calmly staring into Nicholas’ eyes.

Nicholas smirked, "Jealousy makes you sexy, Doc," his fingers caressed Ezra’s neck.

"I am jealous, Nicholas, can you try to make me not to?"Ezra asked.

Nicholas sighed, "Fine. I discovered you were hot when I slept over at your place too," He confessed, looking away.

Ezra raised a brow at him, turning his face to look at him, "Hot? Is that all you felt? That I was hot?" He chuckled sexily.

"Ugh, you know, Ezra, don’t push it," Nicholas gently pushed against Ezra’s chest.

"I don’t know wo nothing, Nicholas. Tell me," Ezra whispered.

"I... fell for you back then... happy now?" Nicholas frowned.

Ezra nodded, "I am elated," He smiled and pulled Nicholas closer.

"If you liked me, why did you keep pushing me away? Why did you say those hurtful words to me? Why did you fuck other people instead of fucking me?" Ezra whispered beside Nicholas’ ear.

Nicholas gulped, "Ezra, you’re too... sensual. Are you always like this?" He asked, trying to move away.

"I can be more sensual with Nicholas, I just need to get some things straight before I proceed to spoil you... You’re going to witness real love, Nicholas. But, first, answer the questions I asked," his lips were grazing over Nicholas’ his eyes on his.

Nicholas moved his face away so he could concentrate and speak, "I was confused, scared. I thought I hated you, I made you believe I hated you, and I thought you hated me, too. When I realized that my feelings were turning into something else, I got scared of rejection, Ezra; who in their right senses would want to date someone who insults them? I never believed you liked me, I thought you were trying to get on my nerves, to fool me... but I was wrong," He explained.

Ezra listened quietly, his heart racing as he realized how conflicted Nicholas must have felt, "I would never hate you, Nicholas, even before Jean’s incident in college, I’ve always thought you were a cute guy, but for the sake of our friendship, I never tried to make a move on you, but when I saw that you were trying to fate someone, I kinda sabotaged it. I’m sorry, but that’s the main reason I told Jean that I liked him because I didn’t want you dating him," His voice was low as he clenched his jaws, hoping Nicholas didn’t hate him for the real truth.

"Wait, you mean, you’ve liked me since college?" Nicholas blinked his eyes in shock as he stared at Ezra’s face.

Ezra slowly nodded, "Yes, are you angry?" He asked.

Nicholas chuckled, "Huh? No. It’s kinda cute; now everything seems clearer, no wonder you always tried to show up beside me, always in the recovery activity I joined. You were a stalker. But I like handsome stalkers, so you’re safe," He rubbed Ezra’s lips with his fingers.

Ezra sucked his finger into his mouth again, smirking as Nicholas drew in a slow breath, bus eyes turning moist with arousal.

"Ezra..." Nicholas moaned; he was getting hard again, and he could feel Ezra’s cock already poking his. Their swords were already to fight again.

"I’ll ask one last time, Nicholas, if you knew you liked me, why did you fuxk other people? Were you never planning to tell me about your feelings? Your feelings weren’t strong enough?" He asked seriously.

Nicholas bit his lips, "Calm down, Doc. The lubes are for you. I got them for you, hoping I summoned the courage to lure you in here one day; guess I did it," He replied, shy.

Ezra narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean they’re for me? Didn’t you just say it was for your nightly activities?" He questioned.

Nicholas shook his head, "Come on, Doc, I lied. I bought quite a lot... I got them when I discovered you were in Paris, too; it’s all for you, Ezra, and no one else. I haven’t had sex for a long time, Doc, even way back before sleeping over at your house," He explained.

Ezra smiled, finally happy with the answer, "You naughty boy, so you’ve always had in mind that I’ll come onto you?" His hand went down Nicholas’ front, finding his cock.

Nicholas sighed, "I knew, Doc, I knew you’d come. You did. Everyday, I keep hoping you’d push my walls harder - Ah... you did, and I’m glad you didn’t give up on my stubborn ass," He closed his eyes as Ezra leisurely played with his cock.

"What if I didn’t? What did I do with Pole? He seemed very willing to give in to me and -"

"Stop it, Doc. I don’t like him. But, if you gave up, then I would have come for you because you were occupying my head as each day passed; I couldn’t think properly," He whispered.

Ezra took a deep breath, "Hey." He said to Nicholas.

Nicholas opened his closed eyes and stared at Ezra.

Ezra’s hand was still masturbating Nicholas’ cock, his eyes boring into his eyes.

"Yes, Doc?" Nicholas answered, panting.

"I love you," His voice was deep and sexy.

"Fuck... Doc..." Nicholas suddenly grabbed Ezra’s shout modern as he shot his cum right into Ezra’s hand, breathing hard as he buried his face under Ezra’s chin.

Ezra chuckled, "You have the right trigger word, Sweetheart, but beware, I’ll say almost everything; it means you’re about to spot a boner each time I say it," He whispered into Nicholas’ ear.

Nicholas didn’t respond, he simply buried his face in Ezra’s neck and tried to calm his breathing down.

"Maybe I should have pressed harder then; by now, we would have been having our third anniversary," Ezra kissed Nicholas’ cheek, hugging him tighter.

***

Sebastian woke up alone in bed, a huge frown on his face.

He flipped the cover off his body and went into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, he moved out of his room. He woke up quite early, and he knew that no one in his home woke up as early as him; it wasn’t even six yet.

He went straight to Ken’s room.

He had waited the whole night for Zeno to return to his room as promised, but he didn’t even know when he fell asleep while waiting.

He needed to know why Zeno kept to his word; he would quietly enter the room and ask Zeno out; he didn’t want to disturb Ken.

However, the moment he opened the door, he saw Zeno and Ken sitting on the bed, playing chess.

"Hi, Dad, Good morning," Ken greeted, not looking up from the chess board.

Sebastian was confused, why were they up so early?

He quietly entered the room and went over to the bed.

"Hey," He said to Zeno, who hadn’t looked at him since he arrived.

"Shh, Dad, he’s thinking, but I’m winning," Ken chuckled.

"You think?" Zeno smirked and made his move, taking out one of Ken’s pieces off the board.

"Is that your best?" Ken smiled.

He moved closer and made his move, "Checkmate," Ken smirked at Zeno.

"Damn..." Zeno raised a brow at Ken.

"You lose," Ken laughed.

"Yeah, you’re the GOAT," He high-fived Ken.

Sebastian cleared his throat, announcing his presence again.

"What, Dad?" Ken lay his head on Zeno’s lap, looking up at his Father.

"I was wondering why Zeno didn’t come to my room last night," Sebastian asked, placing his hand on Zeno’s shoulder.

Zeno slowly turned his head to Sebastian, looking up at his face, "I-"

"He slept with me," Ken kicked his legs around.

"What he said," Zeno said, removing Sebastian’s hand from his shoulder.

Sebastian sighed, "Ken... I need to speak to Zeno," he said, sitting on the bed beside Zeno.

"You can speak to him, I’m not stopping you," Ken shrugged.

Sebastian closed his eyes, "Okay. Why did you not come back to me last night?" He questioned.

Zeno frowned, "I never said I would," He gently messaged Ken’s head.

"You-"

"He didn’t say so, Dad. You’re the one who said that you were going to wait up all night," Ken smiled at his Father.

Sebastian was speechless, he locked his eyes on Zeno, "Zeno," He called.

"Yes?" Zeno answered casually.

"I really need to speak to you, please," He shifted and carried Ken off Zeno’s lap.

"Dad!" Ken held Sebastian’s hand, stopping him from Fling to Zeno.

"You’re not taking him away from me; talk to him here; you promised to make him stay for me," He accused.

Zeno sighed and got down from the bed, "Ken, let him go, I’ll talk to him for a while," He said, shaking his head.

Ken releases Sebastian’s hand, "He said for a while," He pointed at Sebastian.

Sebastian smirked at Ken and walked over to Zeno, before Zeno could understand what was happening, he felt Sebastian’s lips kiss his.

"See that? I’m the boyfriend, at the end of the day, he ends up with me," he gave Ken a victorious smile and dragged a shocked Zeno out of the room.

"Eww," Ken blinked and hopped down from the bed, he wasn’t backing down. He was going to get his father back for what he did.

 

 

Chapter 180

Zeno let Sebastian lead him down the stairs to his large living room, everywhere was quiet, calm, peaceful.

He was lost in admiring the room when he felt Sebastian’s arms come around his waist, his chin gently resting on his shoulder.

"Good morning," Sebastian kissed the side of Zeno’s neck, his nose sniffing his favorite scent.

Zeno sighed, "I’m not your boyfriend yet," He replied softly, his hands going up to hold Sebastian’s around his waist.

Sebastian didn’t respond, he placed another kiss behind Zeno’s ear, "You should have slept with me, I miss you, and..." his hand snuck into Zeno’s shirt, going right for his nipples, "I would have taken you to heaven and back this morning, want to go up?" He whispered beside Zeno’s ear as he drew slow, lazy circles around his nipples.

Zeno bit his lips and shut his eyes, he took a deep breath and shook his head, "Quit it, Seb. You said you wanted to speak to me; is it about my parents?" He removed Sebastian’s hands from his body and stepped away from him, facing him.

Sebastian was smirking at Zeno, slowly running his eyes over Zeno’s body, "I want you," He held Zeno’s gaze with his hot look.

Zeno was lost in Sebastian’s eyes for a second before looked away, "Let’s talk, Sebastian," He turned and walked to a sofa, sitting on it.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side and regarded Zeno with an unreadable expression, he slowly nodded and approached him.

"Let’s talk," Sebastian lowered himself beside Zeno, leaving absolutely no space between them.

Zeno was speechless at Sebastian’s antics, but he said nothing about it, "Fine, let’s talk." He stated at Sebastian’s face.

"Sakura, when she comes, where will she stay?" He questioned.

Sebastian’s face turned serious at the question, "Here, Zeno. You know I told you we still have to a couple," He placed his hand on Zeno’s thigh.

Zeno nodded, "I get it. It’s not like I’m going to stay here and be a third wheel," He shrugged.

"You’re leaving?" Sebastian moved closer, raising his hand to Zeno’s arm.

Zeno chuckled, "Why not? Want me to stay around and watch you ’pretend’ to love Sakura like I did before? I won’t, Sebastian. That is why this thing between us has to be put on hold until everything is settled and my parents are out of your father’s hands, do you understand?" He asked Sebastian.

Sebastian nodded, he moved his face closer, his nose bridge touching Zeno’s, "Do you love me?" He asked quietly.

Zeno was quiet; he looked into Sebastian’s gray eyes; they were dreamy, beautiful, and striking.

"Do you love me?" Sebastian asked again, placing his hand on the side of Zeno’s neck.

Zeno already knew the right answer, and Sebastian knew too, but he still answered because Sebastian needed to hear it.

He nodded his head, "I love you, Sebastian, you already know that. All I’m-"

"Shh... that’s all that matters, Zeno. I love you; you love me; let’s stay together; you don’t have to leave; I promise to make all this ends very quickly. I’ve been starved of your presence and love for a long time, Zeno; I can’t let you leave. Please...stay, stay with me, I’ll never hurt you again," his hand beside Zeno’s neck tightened, and his lips pressed softly on Zeno’s lips, slowly kneading his over Zeno’s.

Zeno closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss; he had also been starved of Sebastian’s presence and love; back then, they were getting so cozy and sweet with each other, and Zeno wondered if they could ever be that way again.

He kissed Sebastian’s lips, and his hands went around Sebastian’s neck, pulling him closer; he’d missed this, he’d missed his man, he’d missed touching Sebastian whenever he wanted, kissing him whenever he wanted... fucking him whenever and wherever they wanted.

He wanted all these things again with the same man, his man.

Fuck Mr. Orion; he wasn’t going anywhere this time; he wasn’t about to abandon the love that made him happy just so some rich old man would be happy and fulfilled.

His kiss intensified, and he was suddenly feeling very possessive toward Sebastian; he wanted that reassurance that he was still his, not Sakura’s, but his, only his.

"Easy baby girl, Kenneth’s home," Sebastian whispered huskily.

Zeno breathed fast, his eyes not leaving Sebastian’s lips, "Yeah... but he won’t get into the room if we lock it," He suggested seductively.

Sebastian smirked, "He wouldn’t take your betrayal well, Love," He caressed Zeno’s bottom lips.

"He wouldn’t know, you don’t wanna?" Zeno asked, eyeing Sebastian hungrily.

"Don’t wanna? Don’t know what you mean, how about you follow me and find out," He replied sexily.

Zeno bit his lips and nodded.

Sebastian held Zeno’s hand and stood from the sofa.

"Shit!" Zeno hugged Sebastian’s arm as his heart skipped a beat in a short-lived fear.

He stared at the fake lion a few steps away from the sofa and wondered when it appeared there; for a second, he thought it was a real animal.

Sebastian sighed in frustration. He released Zeno’s hand, walked up to the huge, white flower vase beside the wall, and dragged out a little human with a small remote in his hand.

"Deflate," Sebastian ordered.

Ken looked apologetically at Zeno as he pressed a button, and the fake lion lost its shape and fell weightlessly to the floor in front of them.

Ken sighed and slowly approached Zeno, "I’m sorry, Zeno, I didn’t mean to scare you; it was meant for him," He pointed backward to his father.

Zeno glanced at Sebastian, holding back his laugh when he saw the frustration on his face; Ken didn’t realize that he’d just cock-blocked his poor father.

"It’s alright, Ken, you just wanted to play with him, right," Zeno smirked at the boy.

Ken nodded, he turned to Sebastian with a smirk, "I just wanted to play with my Daddy," He smiled.

Sebastian muttered a curse under his breath and walked toward Ken.

He placed a hand on Ken’s shoulder, "I appreciate your love, Ittle human, but look at the time; I mean, you love to sleep in, right? It’s barely 6: a.m., so why not go and sleep more? I’ll call Julia to come make food for you," He suggested with a smile.

Ken shook his head, "You don’t have to worry, Dad, I already called her before coming down. I’ll just go her from the other building; I’ll be right back, Zeno; we can choose what we want to eat," He giggled and ran out of the house.

Zeno chuckled, "Do you think he knows what he’s doing?" He questioned, sitting back on the sofa.

"I bet he does, did you see the evil smirk on his damned face?" Sebastian angrily kicked the lion away and went back to join Zeno.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zeno smiled, pushing Sebastian’s face away as he tried to kiss him again.

"Come on, we can get hit for two minutes before he comes back," Sebastian whispered.

Zeni shook his head, "No, don’t traumatize the kid," He insisted.

"Fine," Sebastian sighed in resignation

Zeno smiled and was about to say something when he felt his body being pushed back on the sofa, his wrist pinned together over his head, "Sebastian, what do you think you’re doing?" He whisper-yelled as he stared up at Sebastian with surprised eyes, but there was also a hint of hunger in his eyes.

Sebastian wasn’t hiding his raw hunger, he licked his lips, lowering his face to Zeno’s, "You don’t have to give in to everything that little devil says; the only devil you should obey is me, Zeno, disobeying me comes with severe punishments, I strongly advice not to," He whispered against Sebastian’s lips.

Zeno chuckled, "Bla bla bla, get off me - Ah!" His eyes widened as Sebastian suddenly grabbed his golden jewels.

"I warned you, Baby girl, you dared me..." His lips grazed Zeno’s ear, his hand slowly rubbing Zeno between the legs, "Chose your punishment, Zeno, my mouth on you, or my cock in you," He slid his hand inside Zeno’s pants, sighing when he felt his hard cock.

Zeno was breathless, "You’re unbelievable..." He gasped, "Get your hands off me; someone might see," He licked his lips, his arm going around Sebastian’s neck.

Sebastian chuckled, "If you need me to move, you need to take your hand off my neck," He teased.

"Fuck you," Zeno whispered and pushed Sebastian’s face down, kissing him urgently.

He moaned softly as Sebastian’s hand moved father around his cock.

"I’ll make you cum in my hand, Zeno, I’ll be quick..." Sebastian growled, attacking Zeno’s lips again.

"Oh my, heavens!" Nana’s mortified voice sounded from the door.

"Fuck!" Sebastian growled in pain as he fell face-first to the floor, Zeno had kicked him off him the moment he heard Nana’s voice.

Zeno immediately sat up, adjusting his clothes. He sat still, not even turning to look at his Nana.

Sebastian, too.

None of them dared look at the old woman, the moment was too embarrassing to even try for an explanation.

They heard a long sigh, "That’s what I go through, Nana, horrifying, right?" Ken asked and approached his father.

"Get up, Dad, you have a visitor," Ken patted Sebastian’s shoulder and went to sit beside Zeno, "Dad was giving you trouble again, right?" He whispered, smiling.

"Come sit, Nana, Julia is about to make breakfast," Ken invited happily.