Love Beyond Boundaries (man×man)

Mission Elijah on peak

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Elijah

The pain of separating from your family is endless but the fact that you won't ever meet them again is the most painful part. The day I was kidnapped and forced, I didn't knew I'd never be able to escape this dungeon. I didn't knew that love will forever leave my fate and only pain and suffering will embrace me. I almost forgot my old self, the one who used to laugh and smile without any pain. But now, all I feel is pain and hatred.

We all look at prostitutes with low gazes. We think of them as a low life and dusts. But what really should be eradicated is prostitution. The blanket was draped around me. I felt sick. My eyes were burning and my throat felt parched. I felt a fever on its way. The door opened, allowing the thick ray of light inside my room I almost groaned like an adolescent. Ali frowned at me. He had a glass of water and a bottle of medicine in his hand.

"How are you feeling now, Eli?" I shook my head, closing my eyes again.

"Shitty. My throat aches very badly."

"Take these medicines, they'll reduce the pain. And I'm making soup, it will help you with weakness." Ali was the sweetest. He was lean, with blonde hair. He was just seventeen. So young. But then again, I was abducted at the same age.

"You didn't had to do this, Ali. I was fine."

"I wanted to. Now, please take these medicines."

I wanted to ask him to get the hell off my hair. I wanted to shut the door on his face, like I did with everyone else, but it was Ali, the only one who ever cared about me. I couldn't even raise a voice on him, being rude and mean to him wasn't my cup of tea. I took the pills and swallowed them with water. Ali smiled. He sat on the cot, beside me. His slender fingers pressing my temples gently. I sighed, gripping his thin wrists and gently pried his hands off me.

"Don't stress yourself, little boy. I'm not dying. Not that Dan will ever allow me to." He pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes still focused on my bare shoulders. How much more expressive can he ever be?

"I would've said, take a picture it'll last longer but we don't have cameras or phones." His pale skin reddened and I shook my head, amused. He was cute. So innocent even.

"I wasn't gaw—gawking over you, okay?" I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Okay. Whatever makes you sleep at night." He glared at me but his glare softened as he traced his fingers over my shoulders. I looked shocked at his bravery but kept my mouth shut.

"Eli—" He started, he was biting his lips in nervousness. "I wanted to tell you—"

The door again opened, cutting Ali in between. Dan stood there with raised eyebrows. Ali, practically on the top of my almost naked body didn't look so abstinence. His jaw clenched and my smirk grew wider. He was jealous. That's sweet. A Master like Dan was jealous. My smirked on grew wider.

"What business do you have with Vincent Carson?" The bitterness in his voice dodged me off. Vincent was here? The mere thought made my insides curl in excitement. I tugged on my lips at the thought seeing him again. The last time we met, he said, he missed me. I licked my lower lip and smirked at Dan.

"Jealous now, are we?" Ali tensed beside me. His grip over my shoulder tightened.

"Don't you f*****g play with fire, Eli—"

"Or, what? Going to hit me again? Or push me to another man? Or leave spiders in my room again, hm?"

He left spiders all over my room, after Vincent scared Evan off. I hate spiders and he of course knew it. His lips curled in a snarl. Dan was so animalistic that he would even put the wild animals in shame. I got up from my bed, gently getting Ali off me. He looked so scared that I'd to reassure him before I walked over to him.

"Just come downstairs, Eli. If you know what's best for you." Or more like what's best for him.

I rolled my eyes, walking past him when Ali cried my name out. His cheeks turned a faint color of pink as he tossed a shirt over to me. I didn't even realize he'd an extra shirt with him. "You're sick," He mumbled. I snorted placing the shirt over the table.

"I'm alright," With that I started to walk downstairs.

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Vincent is one of a type. Even with minimal of efforts, he carried himself way better than others. His white shirt snugged perilously to his body. The black vest over his white shirt covered his toned stomach. His sandy hair were lying over his forehead, as usual. His hair almost made him look boyish. But his cold and piercing silver orbs made him more of a man. The way his eyes could freeze even the Sahara, was astonishing. The silver in his eyes was even more vicious than his own self. Everything about him screamed, power and dominance. His muscles taunted even the buff men here.

Sensing my presence, he rose up from the sofa. His gaze took in my frame. A shiver spread through my body as his orbs took every detail of my body. For someone like him, communication was often made silently with their eyes. He spoke less but he spoke vivid. He never rose his voice but the low octave in his voice was enough to scare the other person till no boundaries. And the very person was now swallowing me so intimately through his gaze. When his silver orbs met my amber ones, I felt my breath knocking out of my system.

I shared my body with uncountable men, I sucked many of them. f****d all of them yet they never felt so intimate. But even sharing an eye-contact with him felt so intimate that he shook me from the core. His thin lips, tugged upwards in a small, almost an indiscernible smile. Only if I haven't met him before, I couldn't have tell it was a small and genuine smile. He stood four steps away from me, looking at me without blinking. I almost didn't see the three man he brought with himself. They were more buff and muscly than Vincent.

"Good evening, Elijah." I swallowed the emotions that kept bopping inside me. His voice was gentle, firm and soothing. I bit my lips and nodded my head dumbly. I didn't knew how to react. I never had been in situations where my heart played more than my mind.

He didn't frown when I didn't reply. His smile turned wider. He knew the impact he had on me. I looked away, biting my lips. His smile dropped as a familiar figure appeared behind me. Dan, looked..... uncertain. Ali looked scared, and Vincent, he looked like his cold and icy self.

"I'd wish you a good evening, Dan, but I know this evening would be anything but good for you." Dan tensed beside me. I rose my eyebrows at him but Vincent was too busy to intimidate Dan.

"Mr. Carson, Sir?"

"You don't look so smug anymore, Dan. Are you scared?"

When he didn't reply, Vincent clicked his tongue. His fingers snapped and one of the bodyguards accompanying him, gripped his hair, making him gasp in pain. I looked at the people around the hall, eyeing the torture, but nobody dared to cross their place.

"I—I am, Sir. I'm sca—scared."

"Good," His icy voice chilled my bones. "You should be."

Another bodyguard pushed the plush armchair towards Vincent but he shook his head. He crossed the four steps amid us and stopped when only few inches sustained between us. His eyes bored into mine, asking for my permission to touch me. My heart flipped, increasing its rate to an abnormal pace. His fingers grasped my elbow, only to frown. Without a warning, the back of his palm touched my forehead gently. His frown only deepened. His grasp tightened over my elbow firmly before he pushed me on the plush armchair. He turned to the brunette bodyguard and ordered him to get a shirt and  a blanket.

"You're sick, Elijah," I bit my lips, subconsciously. I became flustered and I didn't even knew why. 

"Did you take any medicines? Did you even eat anything at all?" The way his eyebrows furrowed in a pinch made my heart soar.

He cared for me.

"I did." He rose his brow and I rolled my eyes.

"He did. I gave him medicines, tho—" Ali trailed off when Vincent shifted his gaze on the seventeen year old. He rose his brow, asking him silently to continue. Ali turned red and a blabbering mess in front of him and it was nothing but hilarious. "I was preparing soup— Oh my pretty Lord! It must have burnt by now! I shall—"

"And who are you?" Ali's eyes widened and he looked at him appalled.

He again just stared at him, gulping visibly at him. Vincent rose hi brow, crossing his arms over his chest. A stance that practically screamed that he was getting impatient.

Ali blushed, as he spoke timidly. "Al—Ali, Sir." He hummed, leaning against the armchair and looked at him with his intense gaze.

"Thank you, Ali. I appreciate your gesture." Ali nodded, swallowing nervously. The buff man returned with a shirt and a blanket before handing it to me with a small smile. I nodded my head in thank you. Ali left the hall, in a rush, trying to get his soup before it gets burned.

When I didn't put the shirt on, just held it in my fist, Vincent looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes, annoyingly. I was stubborn, I agree. I had every right to.

"Elijah," I scowled at him, feeling like a petulant child getting chided for stealing the cookies.

My scowl deepened when his eyes narrowed. I knew, he wouldn't do a thing but his eyes, they worked wonders on me. I felt intimidated from his so-serious face. There were no twitches in his lips, no amusement in his eyes. His silver orbs flared dangerously, that I gulped and resisted my urge to push the bottom lip out in protest. I slipped on the shirt, grumbling under bu breath. He leaned forward and pulled the blanket up to my neck.

"May I?" I gulped the lump in my throat, nodding. His shoulders relaxed as his fingers brushed my hair so gently and comfortably. I resisted my urge to throw my arms around him and hug him my entire life.

"You're okay, darling boy?" I bit my lips, nodding.

"I'm fine," Then I turned my head towards Dan. "You may complete your business."

His lips twitched and he nodded, patting my head twice before he turned and stood in front of him. The buff man pushed another armchair, this time wooden towards Vincent. He sat, leaning back. His right leg placed over his left one. And then Vincent smiled.

Vincent The Carson, smiled. It was so crooked and treacherous that I shuddered at the sight of it. I felt scared for Dan. And Dan felt even more scared for himself. Vincent cracked his knuckles before leaning closer in his chair.

"Do you remember what I told you while hitting you some days ago, Dan?" Dan trembled under the hold of Vincent's bodyguard. Vincent tsked, his silver eyes darkening. The buff man slammed his knee against Dan's back, making him fall on the floor, with his face down.

"I'm not a very patient man, Dan. I may pull the trigger first and then ask you the questions if you continue irritating me." Dan cried in pain but Vincent sat unfazed. "So, do you remember what I told you last time, Dan?"

Dan cried out, but he stammered out an answer for him. I should've felt happy for Dan being in pain. But I wasn't. I felt pity arousing inside me.

"Ye-yes, I do— please leave me, Sir."

He tsked, shaking his head, leaning back on the chair. There wasn't even an ounce of mercy in his eyes and I didn't knew I should be scared of him or not.

"Hmm, so you do remember me telling you what I'll do if I got to know that the bruises on Elijah's body were given by you. Right?" Dan cried out for mercy but he got none.

"Oh, Dan. Don't cry already. I've a lot more for you." Dan's eyes widened when another bodyguard came and handed Vincent a file.

He opened the file and threw it on the floor, in front of him.

"Leave him Luca," The Luca guy released his grip on Dan. "Please feel free to go through all the pictures and information, Dan. They're just for you."

There were picture of Dan and an older man, naked. They looked so close to each other. Another picture was of them kissing and many more. Third picture was of Dan stroking the elderly's length. I almost gagged at the pictures. Was Dan really this desperate?

"I wonder, how will Lady Violetta feel, after knowing that you're the one, her husband is cheating her on with. What do you think, Dan? How will she react?" Dan looked horrified. He glanced at Vincent with pleading gaze.

"I think she'll shoot you with her so favorite pistol but then again, she told me last time that her piranhas are really hungry." Dan blanched and he crawled over to Vincent.

"Pl—please forgive me, Mr. Carson, Sir. I—I'll always be—"

"Enough!" I flinched when he kicked him in his guts, sending him on the floor, "Do not touch me, you hear me?" He gulped, nodding.

"I—I'm sorry, Sir. Pleas—"

"You're sorry, already?" Vincent laughed so darkly that I almost lost myself in his darkness. "Go ahead, Dan. There's another small surprise for you in the file."

Gulping and with shaky fingers he flipped the folder and he almost immediately threw the file away and looked at him, petrified.

"So you do remember Matteo, hm?" I looked confused as Dan turned pale as sheet. "Guess whose brother you kidnapped, Dan?"

"Gio—Giovanni's brother? Oh, God! He'll ki—"

"Kill you now?" Vincent laughed, nodding. "He will indeed."

"You see, Dan. I don't like beating the bushes so I'll come to the point. These pictures and all your scandals will go to the media, cops and all the respective owners of these pictures."

"Oh, plea—please no! I—I beg you, Mr. Carson, plea—"

"But I can be a little good here. I'll keep your secret safe with me. And you release Elijah. How does that sound?"

"What the f**k? No!" I looked at both of them, astonished. He did all these to get me out of here? 

Vincent rose his brow, shaking his head. His lips again graced the same cruel smile, as he walked closer to Dan.

"You do know what I do for a living, right?" No, I don't! I wanted to scream. Dan nodded his head, still scared and Vincent hadn't even laid for a finger on him.

"And you do know, I don't make deals?"

He cried, nodding his head.

"It will take me two minutes to pull the trigger," He said, pressing his gun, inside Dan's mouth and he clenched his eyes in pain. "Or I'll just leave you to get fend from Lady Violetta and Giovanni. So, you've thirteen second to decide your fate."

His eyes widened, his mouth still stuffed with gun. His eyes dropped to me and he nodded his head frantically.

"Great! I'm glad, we're on the same page."

"Luca!" Vincent called his men and nodded towards Dan.

"Make sure, every bone of his body snaps and cracks, okay? Leave his face untouched, though."

"Si, Capo."