Love Beyond Boundaries (man×man)

Meeting Vincent again

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Elijah

It's abhorrent to bear all those touches everyday. The urge of throwing up is always prime. I scrubbed my body harshly trying to get rid of all those lustful strokes. Suddenly a memory of Vincent grazing my skin flashed in front of my eyes. He was gentle. He was trying hard, I could tell. It's been three days since we last and first met. It's odious, how my body craves him. It has nothing to do with physical carnal but definitely, with that tender and caring touch.

After years of being raped and used, the sudden gush of care messed my mind. I reprimanded myself. This was wrong. I wrapped the towel around my waist, before stepping out of the bathroom. The room was dark, the lamp was also off. But I was used to the darkness, used to the darkness surrounding my room and the darkness engulfing my soul. There was a tray filled with warm food kept on my bed. I needed energy and glow to attract people, which only occurred with nutrients and good diet. I rolled my eyes, eating the food. Dan always made sure that I eat the all the three meals. This was the rule Dan had established. It had nothing to do with our well beings but for his own money.

"Eli," Ali spoke, knocking the iron door. I rose my eyebrows, chewing the peas.

"Evan Brown would be here in an hour," He hesitated. I snorted, waving my hand to continue. I knew where this was heading to. "He's our biggest customer. He made a special request for you."

Of course. I never understood how can someone be raunchy all day. This was his third time in a week. He liked to overpower me, display his dominance. Poor thing, never understood it's always me overpowering his useless touches. I swigged down the water in one go, before sliding the empty tray out of the door.

"I'm ready," I started, eyeing Ali. "Ask him to spray some body spray before entering my room, alright?"

Ali nodded, his eyeing sliding down my body, shyly. I almost chuckled at how curious and needy he looked. His eyes tuck on my bare chest. I almost saw his pupils dilated. He looked so innocent sometimes that it almost pained me.

"Don't look at me, like that, Ali boy." He flushed, looking away. I gripped his jaw, making him look at me. His eyes widened at our proximity. "You should run away from here. This place isn't for you, Ali. Dan is training you to get raped without feeling the pain. Just......... go away, Ali. This place is too f****d up for people like you."

"But you're here, Eli—"

"I'm stuck here. But Dan wouldn't even notice your absence until few days, Ali. You don't know what kind of trap is this."

"And you don't know —"

The door closed suddenly. Dan had walked inside the room. The sudden darkness calmed my heart. Though, it was slightly hard to see every movement in the dark, but I could still make out their features and expression. Dan switched on the lamp, allowing the dim light to swallow the unforgiving darkness. He was raging. After all, he hadn't punished me for three long days now. No hit, no gripping, no slaps, nothing. Vincent really did left an impact over him. He looked like, a truck has hit him, with busted lips, a black eye and a swollen cheek. He couldn't even walk straight, his stomach was kicked mercilessly.

"Evan is paying me a fair amount of money, Eli. You better keep your witty remarks and rude comments to yourself. Pleasure him like a good f**k you are." My eyes flashed at his words. So this is what he's going to hurt me with? His words?

"What if I don't?" Ali looked at me, his eyes widening at my challenge. He was silently pleading me to back down. But like the hell I would.

"Then I'll ruin you, first and then sell your usele—"

"Useless body to another dungeon, yeah? And then what?" I scoffed, his eyes flashed but he kept his hands to himself.

"Get ready. He'll be here for three hours. Pleasure him, Eli, else considered yourself damned." I smirked, leaning closer to him. My lips almost hovering over his own. I didn't touch him, but close enough for him to breathe in my breath. My finger tracing down his neck, sensually.

His eyes rolled back, as he tried to lean in. I immediately took two steps back. My smirk widened at his frustrating and needy groan.

"Look who really is damned, now, Dan. My one touch and you're under me. Now get that Evan. I've a mission to accomplish."

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He was panting after the third round. I was tired, not going to lie, but looking at him all worn out, made me smirk. And it was only an hour. We still had two hours left. He looked at me from his lustful yet tired gaze and I rolled my eyes. He knew he wouldn't last for more yet he was too horny to book me for three damn hours.

"Sleep, Evan. You'll be torn in another round."

"How the heck aren't you tired?" I almost snorted at his whiny tone.

"That's because it's me, we're talking about. You, however are weak." He glared at me but his exhaustion made it look like a pinch, only.

"You know —"

The door suddenly opened, revealing a silhouette of a familiar man. He walked inside, his silver orbs narrowed dangerously as he took in our naked figures. Evan, immediately draped the thin blanket around his naked southern part. I, however, was too absorbed in his silver pool that the thought of me being naked didn't cross my mind. I was enchanted by him.

He was dressed in a sky blue shirt with white pants and a grey overcoat. His hair were my favorite. How messily his sandy hair fell over his forehead, was beautiful. He took another step forward, before grabbing Evan by his bicep. Evan looked shocked for a moment, before his eyes narrowed too, trying to match Vincent's glare. But Evan failed miserably.

"Excuse me? Don't touch me! You don't know who I am." I almost snorted at Evan's tough voice. And few minutes prior, he was screaming, whining and now he's trying to act like a dominant. Vincent, however looked at him with his usual bored expression.

"Try me, Brown. I may not know you, for you're not important enough for me. But you —"

"How dare you disre —" He was silenced with a harsh punch in his gut. I rolled my eyes at them. My room was no longer just a f*****g-room but a wrestling ground too.

"Never ever cut me again, you hear me?" I shuddered at the icy edge in his voice.

When he didn't reply him again, he slammed his knee against his stomach and I winced for Evan. That must have hurt. Evan rolled over in pain and looked at him with his painful eyes.

"Ye—yes, I—I hear you." He nodded, satisfied, leaning closer to Evan.

"You must know, who I am, right?" Evan nodded in pain. I almost felt bad for Evan. Almost. I almost wanted to help. Almost. I almost stood up. Almost. But I didn't. For what they did, I didn't wanted to lend any helping hand.

"I am the Vincent Carson."

Evan looked at him, appalled. Something within him changed and he lowered his gaze, not even meeting his eyes. His whole stance turned submissive. And I looked at them astonished. I knew Vincent Carson was a powerful man. But what did he do? Who really was he? I was unaware of them. Evan was squirming under Vincent's gaze. I would too. This guy had mastered the art of intimidation and glaring.

"Mr. Carson, Si-Sir?"

Vincent hummed, standing up and pointed towards the door, "f**k off."

I rose my eyebrows at his insolent behavior. That guy paid to be here. Evan's eyes widened as he looked at Vincent pleadingly. It was hilarious how everyone who tried to possess their powers and positions on me, cried like a baby under his one glance.

"Bu-but Sir, my cl-clothes —"

"Do I look like, I care, Brown? Get the f**k out of my sight before I ruin you and then your business."

"I— I'll call the cops." I rose my eyebrows at Evan's pathetic try.

"Hm," He started, glaring at him coldly. "I'm scared, Brown. Please comfort me." I snickered, eyeing the drama, I just missed the popcorn.

"Go ahead. Call the cops. But here's the catch, I am on very good terms with them. Yeah?" He started, crouching down, gripping his hair in a tight and painful grip, making Evan wince. "You, on the other side, have quite a record, hm? Want me to help you call the cops, boy?"

Evan cried out in his grip. I shuddered eyeing his cruelty for the second time. This guy is deadly. Intimidating, too.

"No, I'm sorry, Sir. Ple—please Sir. Don't ruin me—"

"Get out."

"As you wish —" One glare and Evan rectified his mistake. "demand, Sir."

With that he sprinted out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sighed, looking at him with my own glare.Though, my heart was beating loudly. I never felt nervous before him. He made me nervous. My palms were sweating.

"Good afternoon, Elijah." He greeted me, crossing his arms over his chest. I swallowed the saliva before glaring at him.

"Evan was my customer. He paid for me, Carson. You can't do that, it's wrong!"

"But, I just did," This guy is impossible. His silver orbs flared, as he grabbed the blanket and threw it at my crotch, to cover the area just below my torso. I completely forgot about my manhood flying out. Rolling my eyes, with flushed cheeks, I grabbed one of my boxers and slipped in on.

"You can't jus—" I turned around and stopped abruptly, at how close he was to me. The propinquity amid us, made me gasp.

I shouldn't be anxious and nervous about our proximity, since, my work included being just more than being close. But something about Vincent made me nervous. My stomach would flip every time he even glances at me. Damn it, every thing feels so personal and intimate with him.

Even sharing the same space felt personal. Sharing the same air felt personal. Sharing the same ground felt personal. Sharing the same sky felt personal. Even sharing the god damn planet too felt so intimate, that it scares me to no level.

"You were saying something?" His deep sent vibrations down my body. Even with the roughness in his voice, a weird gentleness embraced me. I swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat.

"Why are you here?" He sighed, squatting down my bed, to meet my eyes. His silver pools, melted my amber eyes. He made a puddle of my own emotions. And I didn't knew how to react.

"Because," He started, gazing at me with tenderness. His arms were on either sides of my bed. He didn't touch me. Just captivated me. "I missed you, my darling boy."

I trembled under his tenderness. He didn't knew how much his gentle words scared me. He didn't knew how much he scared me. As much as his words warmed me, they scared me till s**t.

How messed up a person can be, when he gets scared just by the warmness? How worthless a person can be, that he can't even rescue himself? How much a person can break that his own pieces scars him? How much more that person can take when all he ever witnessed was evil? How much more a person can love when he hates himself so much? How much more? I didn't knew, I didn't even care too.

"You shouldn't," I started, rolling myself off the bed. Maintaining eye-contact was much harder than holding myself together. I fear, he'll see me broken, I fear, he'll see my true self, I bury deep inside me.

"I'm a prostitute. I sell my body every hour for money. I lost my soul long ago and now my heart is at stake. You don't miss a person, who doesn't even miss himself, Vincent. Look, if this is all about s*x, then f*****g lie down, I won't even charge. Just....... just don't mess with my emotions, okay? They did it enough."

He was smiling at me and annoyance seeped my bones. I glared at him, gazing him with indignation, "What the f**k are you smiling for?"

"You just said my name." I narrowed my eyes at him but something inside me flipped from his gorgeous smile. The crinkle by his right eye again caught my attention.

He chuckled, standing up from his squatted position. Didn't his muscles felt sore? I don't know. He took two steps and raised his hand to trace my face but stopped. He smiled to himself, sadly. Looking at me with permission.

"May I?"

My breath clogged in my throat. How can I deny a request he summoned with so much softness and hopes. I wasn't used to the permission. It was always, Eli pleasure him. Eli, f**k him. Eli, suck me, Eli get f****d. Eli, Eli, Eli! Nobody ever thought if he wants to do it or not? They never gave me f*****g choice. It was always an order. But when he gave me a choice, I couldn't muster enough courage to say yes.

I was messed up.

I shook my head in answer, I won't be able to hold back if he touched with care and tenderness. His warmness was a turn on. He sighed, shaking his head and retracted his arms back. It was almost comical how he was so powerful yet asked my consent to even touch me, and it made me feel warm and tingly from inside.

"At least, you're speaking for yourself. I'm happy for that, Elijah." He smiled, tilting his head a little low, to look at me with his cold silver eyes. They softened a bit when they melted me within them.

"What do you want from me?" He frowned, shaking his head.

"I just want to talk to you." I looked at him dumbfounded. He wanted to just talk to me? I shook my head, gulping down the water from the bottle.

"That's........ new."

"Then get used to the new, Elijah. Everything's going to change. A good change." He promised. I bit my lips and his eyes wandered there at a moment before he glanced up at me and his silver eyes shunned with light.

"I'll see you soon, darling boy." He rubbed his hands against his coat, smiling warmly at me. "Until then, be safe."

The way his hands were itching to touch me, it made my heart ache. He could easily touch me and do more things. All he has to do is threaten the boss or pay money. But he didn't. He wanted consent. Nothing warmed me more than this.

Only if he knew how much I wanted to touch him too. I nodded my head, impassively. My world is full of sins and something about him made my heart ache. He attracted me, like a magnet, undoubtedly, but love for people like me is forbidden.

The door closed behind him, softly. With his retreating steps, the void in my chest widened. 

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