The Submissive Assassin

Chapter 16 - You Have A Boyfriend?

"Our rides are not usually like that but in that one circumstance, I had to save everyone on board," he explained, downing another shot from the countless he had taken with Nate. "Being a pilot is amusing, I'm telling ya'."

"Would you let me come on board one of your flights?" Nate asked charmingly, his voice reaching a lower tone as he tilted his head, lengthening the side of his neck, knowing that was a sight most men loved since it made them want to touch it.

Andrew glanced towards him, biting his bottom lip when he saw the small smirk playing on Nate's lip, and he slowly nodded his head. "If we talk long enough, of course."

Nate licked his upper lip, seeing Andrew's eyes drop to it but he noticed something off; Andrew turned away rapidly, as if not wanting to stare at his flirting anymore. Nate raised an eyebrow, "Something the matter?"

Andrew took another one of his shots, scratching the side of his face before completely facing Nate. His face had fallen into a serious look and he exhaled a short sigh, tightening his lips into a line uneasily. It took a few seconds for his kind to find the right words and eventually, he finally explained, "I haven't had a conversation like this with anyone for a long while. And I just..." he bit his bottom lip, looking away for a second before adding, "...I don't want this to be some sort of one night stand. I actually want to...see you again."

Nate felt fingers squeeze his waist and it sent an electric pulse through his side, even reaching the center of his abdomen. Andrew had been unusually sweet, buying all their shots and drinks and keeping the conversation going whenever it reached a slight awkwardness. And the way he stared at Nate whenever he talked seemed as if he was genuinely indulged in anything he said.

The first thing Nate thought to do was kiss him, to which he did. At first, Andrew was shocked that it happened, but Nate felt fingers tightly grip his jaw, locking their lips in as Andrew deepened the kiss even more, begging with his tongue for Nate to let him show what he was capable of making him feel. When Nate allowed it, Andrew's tongue began twirling with his, but ascertained an oomf of dominance, causing Nate to moan quietly during the kiss as Andrew pulled away by squeezing his teeth against Nate's bottom lip, making him moan even louder than his initial one.

Neither of them were done, Andrew pulling Nate waist as he pulled him even tighter, their bodies squeezing against one another, both of their warm resonating against the other. They didn't want to pull away, enthralled in the rhythm and the heat that the moment they did, Nate felt as if he was losing air, needing to breathe more of his and pulled him tighter, deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes, they finally pulled apart for good, both of them out of breath but keeping their faces close enough to one another for their breaths to linger along their faces. Nate tilted his head, desiring more of this man as he brushed his lips along his jaw before planting a few soft kisses on Andrew's thin layer of skin on his neck, feeling his nails dig deeper against Nate's waist.

When Nate met his gaze again, a long smile pulled his lips and he bit his bottom lip, examining the ones of Andrew that were red and slightly swollen from the make out.

Then he cooed quietly, "We will definitely see each other again."

Andrew smiled, leaning his head against Nate's shoulder for a second. "I could pick you up when you're done school tomorrow; we could get dinner."

After a few chuckles, Nate replied, "I'm a bit different when I'm sober but that sounds nice."

"We could get to know the real us better," he smirked, lifting an eyebrow. "Talk with a sane mind."

At that moment, the dinner sounded to be the greatest idea. Not only would they spend some alone time where they could chat without the blaring music, but he could finally admire his face without any droplets of sweat or the droopy eyes symbolizing that he was getting even more drunk by every second.

Nate's eyes couldn't stop diverting to Andrew's lips. They had felt so warm, so comforting that he was desperate to feel them again. It had been a while since he had even been able to kiss anyone, a man at that, and that was why he quietly asked, "Can I kiss you again?"

Andrew grunted in a low tone, "Come here."

Nate felt Andrew's fingers reach around his neck, pulling him closer and their lips clashed again, both of them hungry for the other, Nate fingers reaching the hem of Andrew's sweater and toying with it, feeling the way Andrew's body leaned forward against his, wanting more. Suddenly, he felt a vigorous tug from his sleeve, causing him to stumble away from Andrew, the sudden pull making his drunken mind feel as if it was rumbling and attempting to assort its balance again.

His face landed directly against a chest and he felt a hand on his waist, holding him still and it took a little while before he finally glanced upwards to see who it had been. He felt his throat clench, air no longer seeping in when he saw the gritted teeth and the stiffened jawline, also the glaring grey irises that didn't look down at him but past him towards the counter.

Dante, who had been drinking at a different bar earlier, let his drunken mind get the best of him when he saw the two lovebirds practically making love at the counter. It wasn't that he was jealous, more so that he didn't like what he owned being used by someone else and seeing some random man devouring his possession's face, was not something he could withstand, especially while being drunk.

"What the hell?" Andrew stormed to his feet, his eyes furrowed as he saw the way Dante caressed Nate tightly.

The moment that happened, Dante nodded his head towards him, causing Raphael to instantly step in front of Andrew, shaking his head as warning as he pointed towards his seat. "It would be best if you sat back down."

Andrew ignored him, glancing over Raphael's shoulder as he shifted his rage to Nate. "So you lied then—you have a boyfriend?!"

Nate vigorously shook his head, attempting to release himself from Dante's hold. "No, I don't have a goddamn boyfriend! Dante," he eyed him nastily, "let me go—"

"Yes he does!" Dante snapped, interrupting Nate as he pulled him behind and broadening his shoulders menacingly towards Andrew. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"He's not your puppet, he can speak, can't he? We had a good conversation a second ago without you," Andrew spat challengingly.

The other customers were starting to pay attention to the commotion when the voices grew louder, most of them falling into silence as they listened. Tyler and Thomas who had still been in the back, returned hastily when they heard the sudden raucous.

Tyler walked around the counter to the floor, still pulling down her dress as she raised an eyebrow. "What the hell is going on?"

"How about you mind your own business?"

When Tyler heard his voice, she rolled her eyes and groaned under her breath, grumbling a few curse words. Everywhere Dante was always insinuated problems, which was partially why she had decided to complete banish that group and the portion of her family.

"He's asking for you to let him go!" Andrew waved his hand violently, but attempting to step any closer to them because Raphael was intimidating him. Even worse, when he glanced around the crowd as it had gone quiet, he realized that it wasn't only them two; other men dressed like them were scattered around the crowd. They came in prepared and that was when Andrew knew he wasn't dealing with regular people.

Nate attempted to step around Dante but he felt a hand grip the back of his shirt the moment he passed him, Dante pulling him backwards and wrapping a protective arm around his shoulders, his hand planted on Nate's chest.

Tyler finally stepped forward to Dante, widening her arms. "Are you serious right now? They were just talking—"

"Actually they were making out and making plans to see one another again," Dante snapped back at his sister. "And why are you here anyway?"

"You can't leave with Nate, we came here together," she hissed through gritted teeth, attempting to grab Nate's hand but Dante smacked her hand away. "You can't—"

"Don't f*****g touch him Tess." At first, he had only appeared angry, but when he said that, his entire demeanour had changed. He was calmer but even more frightening, his face turning blank when he eyed her.

Tyler raised her hand defensively. "Fine, but can you both at least leave? Everyone's looking at you and your putting this place in danger if word gets out that you're here."

Dante glanced down towards Nate who was still resisting him, before returning his eyes on Tyler and slowly nodding his head. But he thought of something before he turned away. "Promise me you won't let them get together, ever again."

"You guys aren't the boss of me!" Nate screamed, feeling his entire heart shatter by the hurt in Andrew's gaze.

Tyler waved her hand dismissively, approaching them and pushing them towards the door. "I promise, you loser, now go. You ruined the night." When she glanced backwards and realized Raphael wasn't following them, she spat, "And take your bodyguard with you."

"Tyler, help me," Nate begged, not wanting to leave the bar. At least to get Andrew's number to be able to talk to him later and explain what had happened. "Get your brother to let me go."

But it wasn't Tyler who replied but Dante who frowned when he realized he was referring to his sister. "You go by Tyler now?"

"Leave it alone." Her attention returned to Nate who Dante was dragging towards the door. "I am helping you Nate; I'll come over tomorrow, alright?"

She watched as Nate, desperately trying to free himself, grabbed onto anything that crossed his path. The chairs, the tables, eventually the side of the door, before finally being pushed out of the bar and the door slammed shut behind them.