Chapter 34

Karl had eventually allowed him more freedom and even let him wore clothes, just so, as he said, that they would get Leon off their backs. The belt from his neck was gone, too, and although he had worn it only for a little while, Francesco still touched the skin once in a while, surprised that his fingers no longer met the leather. For a while after removing it, Karl had examined his neck and decided that he disliked seeing him marked like that.

He shuddered as he remembered Karl’s lips brushing dryly over the chafed skin. If that was a way for the fucker to apologize, he should work harder for it. But he wasn’t mad, not in the least. As long as Karl was a man of his word, and Mouse would come back home and be free, he didn’t care about small things like that.

It was a funny thing how his world had turned up on its head during the last months. It was hard to believe that not a lot was left of their sentence time, and it left him wondering if he could ever function in the real world like he used to.

He looked around, at the sky, the tall trees, and the new grass grown after the rainy days, as his mind wandered. The cut on his forearm where Mouse’s spear had sliced the skin was a scar now, and he didn’t mind it. Karl was still angry over it, so Francesco had worked his ass off to make him forget about how it got there. Ever since, he hadn’t exchanged two words with Mouse, making sure that their paths didn’t cross. It wasn’t hard since Mouse was still away every day, but the tug on his heart made it difficult once the sun set, and he knew Mouse had to be back, as he could hear him talking to the others.

He heard twigs cracking and the bushes moving before seeing who it was. Right away, he turned his back and started to walk away.

“Kekko,” Mouse called softly.

“Don’t talk to me,” Francesco said through his teeth. He started walking fast, but Mouse was light on his feet and fast, and soon, he was forcefully dragged back and forced to face him.

He couldn’t bear to look at him. If he risked one look, his resolve would go down the drain, and he couldn’t have that. It was all for a good cause, he repeated to himself over and over, while his hands closed into fists, and he kept his head stubbornly down.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. Anya told me ... that you healed well.”

“Yeah. It’s fine,” Francesco said quickly. “Now, please, let go.”

“No, I cannot,” Mouse protested and squeezed his arm harder.

“Karl might come at any moment.” Francesco tried to free his arm.

Mouse was surprisingly strong for his lean frame, and getting away from him wasn’t so easy to do.

“Is it because he fucks you? I can fuck you,” Mouse said.

“Stop it,” Francesco said through his teeth. “Karl --”

“Fuck Karl.” Mouse pulled him close and kissed him hard on the lips.

Francesco wanted to fight. He truly wanted, but the soonest Mouse’s sweet lips were on his, and his tongue was in his mouth, all the memories came rushing back. The memories of those now harsh arms holding him, wrapped around him, holding him like their owner didn’t want to let go ever.

He keened into the kiss, his longing and love rushing through him like a tide. Mouse pushed him down and they were all over each other. A hand was soon in Francesco’s hair, grabbing at the sweaty strands and pulling not with anger, but with desire.

“Mouse, we cannot,” he whispered just as his hands were busy undressing the other and touching the smooth tanned skin everywhere.

Mouse was deaf to his half-hearted pleas. “I’m going to fuck you, Kekko, and you’ll forget about that asshole.”

“No, no,” Francesco protested meekly. He shuddered as Mouse nibbled his neck, making his body soft and pliant, save for one part.

The redhead wrapped his hand around Francesco’s hard and leaking cock. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby. I’ll fuck you so good.”

Francesco jolted as a shadow fell over them. His eyes grew wide. “Karl, no!”

Mouse didn’t have time to react at first. Karl grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. Francesco struggled to his feet, but Mouse was not some weakling. He turned quickly and elbowed Karl in the stomach, making the other double over. It didn’t take long, and the two were rolling on the grass, wrestling and trying to get on top and hurt each other.

“Stop it,” he yelled at them.

Karl’s superior strength put him on top. Francesco hurried to hold him, but Karl shook him off. What he said took both he and Mouse by surprise. “I want to see you fuck Cesco, you fucker.”

“What?”

Karl got up, not without pushing against Mouse hard. “Yeah, let’s see,” he said, a cruel and strange smile on his face.

Francesco hurried by his side. “He didn’t mean anything by that,” he said. He grabbed Karl by the arm, but he was shaken off like he had the plague.

“Get his cock hard and ride him,” Karl ordered.

Francesco didn’t understand. “What?”

Karl grabbed him by one arm. “Get there,” he pointed at Mouse who still lay on the ground, panting. “Give him a nice suck and ride his cock. Are you stupid or deaf?”

“What’s the meaning ... what the fuck do you want?” Francesco protested.

“Go suck his dick,” Karl said through his teeth.

Francesco shook his head. “No. You’ll do something to us.”

Karl’s smile was crooked. “Yeah. Maybe. To you, at least.” His eyes were narrow and mean. “This is your only chance. Take it or leave it. I want to see his dick in your ass.” He barked a humorless laugh. “Don’t worry, Mouse. Cesco has a perfect whore’s ass. Still tight, even after having my cock in him every day.”

Francesco hesitated still. He couldn’t read Karl; he had no idea what the fucker wanted now. It couldn’t be good.

“Well, it’s either that, or I’ll use Mouse as my personal punching bag all afternoon. How does that sound?” Karl added.

“Like I’d let you,” Mouse said with a snort.

Francesco looked at him. His green eyes were wide, and he was licking his lips. And his cock was hard, even with all that exchange between them.

“You’re not going to hurt him,” he told Karl, as they faced each other. “If I do as you say.”

“You heard me,” Karl said. “Now show Mouse what I taught you.”

Was it a way for Karl to assert dominance once more? But he was the jealous type, Francesco tried to make some sense of the whole situation.

“Not interested,” Mouse said and made a move to get up.

“I bet his cock will go limp the moment he’s near your hole,” Karl added, still locking eyes with Francesco.

“No shit,” Mouse took the bait. “I can fuck Kekko much better than you.”

There was an unveiled threat in the dark blue eyes. Francesco didn’t care to find out more about it. He simply walked over to Mouse and pushed him down. The redhead smiled and gave him a short kiss. Then he bit Francesco’s bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth, only to release it with a loud pop. “Let’s show this bastard how it’s done.”

Francesco nodded, all the while conscious of Karl’s eyes on him. They left burning trails in their wake, or so he imagined as he knelt between Mouse’s legs and took him gently in his mouth. A warm hand rested on his head.

“Kekko likes it gently,” Mouse said. “You’re the one who could use a lesson or two.”

Karl laughed. “You know nothing about him.”