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  Dmitri pauses to take a sip of his coffee but pulls a face at the temperature. Spencer doesn’t hesitate to get up and pour him a fresh cup from the still hot pot he’d put on earlier.

  “It took a while, took my parents riding my ass along with them two to be honest, but I finally managed to get my shit together. I started going back to class, started going out again and stopped the drinking. I was still a mess but it was better than before. I thought I was getting better but one day I turned to say something to you and it hit me all over again that you were gone and I just…broke. I decided then and there that it didn’t matter what had happened, that I’d get over it, forgive you, whatever it took for us to be alright again. So I called you but it was disconnected so I went to your apartment and your jobs but you were gone, just disappeared and nobody knew where.”

  Dmitri moves quickly and silently around the counter and wraps his arms tightly around Spencer’s still form. He hugs him close for a moment, and Spencer is surprised when he hears Dmitri take a shuddering breath.

  “So I kept looking, I even went to the police and called the hospitals in the area, everything I could think of. I thought…I thought you were dead for a while there, thought that something had happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you.”

  Spencer reaches up and kisses Dmitri, a soft press of lips and a gentle flicker of tongue, more of a reassurance than a seduction, a small gesture to remind the other that nothing had actually happened to him. He can’t help but wonder how it’s managed to end up like this, how he’s managed to shelve his anger to the point where he is concerned with comforting Dmitri.

  “Finally your old boss at the corner story told me that you’d come in a few days before and told her that you’d moved and wouldn’t be back. I don’t think she would have told me that if I hadn’t come in there about a hundred times. I think I was starting to scare the customers or something and she told me so I’d go away.” Dmitri’s voice is rueful now, a small hint of a smile playing around his lips.

  “About six months later I was having drinks with Antony and Blake and they confessed, just came out and told me what they’d done. They said that you were dragging me down, that they were doing me a favor. I don’t really remember much after that, I just know I woke up in a holding cell. Apparently I beat the hell out of both of them. They didn’t press charges thanks to our parents wanting to avoid a scandal. Needless to say I haven’t spoken with them since.”

  Spencer can’t keep the pleased smirk off of his face, doesn’t even bother to try and hide the pleasure that the thought of Antony and Blake getting theirs gives him. He only wishes he’d had the chance to see it, or even the opportunity to join in.

  “I kept looking for you after that. I never gave up, not really, but I did slow down, put more time between searches. I just couldn’t get over what I’d done to you, how I’d treated you that day. I couldn’t believe that after everything I’d been stupid enough to believe them over you, no matter what sort of proof they had. I should have known better. I should have trusted you.”

  “Why didn’t you then? Why didn’t you trust me? Why’d you let them tear us apart so easily after everything?”

  The anger and hurt that he’s managed to tamp down so far comes roaring back so fast that it takes Spencer’s breath away. Dmitri’s words sound good, sound sweet, a wonderful story woven to appease Spencer’s anger but he wants a reason, the reason behind it all.

  He needs it like he needs air.

  Dmitri looks at him for a moment, their gazes locked together and unwavering before he sighs, closes his eyes, and drops his forehead to rest against Spencer’s.

  “Because of all the things in my life, all of the money and the people, out of everything you were always the most important and I didn’t know how to handle that. You were always the one thing I wanted to have, to own and possess in every possible meaning of the word. In a world full of lies and illusions you were the only thing that was wonderfully and perfectly real and it consumed me.” Dmitri’s voice deepens, grows husky and low like it was earlier that morning when he whispered hot and heavy in Spencer’s ear as he touched him, claimed him again in a small way.

  “The way you followed me, the way you listened and cared and needed me was the most beautiful and fascinating thing in the world to me and it was never enough. I always wanted more, more than you were giving, more than you had. I made new rules to watch you obey, new problems to watch you scramble to fix them. I was too young and stupid to realize what I’d found in you, to realize that I’d gotten as a child something that someone like me looks for their whole life through and never finds.”

  Dmitri bows his head, nuzzling his lips and nose into the crook of Spencer’s shoulder, ignoring the fact that he has to bend in order to do so. Instead he just continues to speak, his voice that same husky growl.

  “You terrified me. The things you could have made me do for you, the things you could still make me do. There’s no end to them. You always followed my every move and you never realized that you had the power that entire time. Then when I saw that picture, saw you with someone else…” He takes a shuddering breath and his arms squeeze even tighter around Spencer’s waist.

  “I went mad. Here I was, devoted to you, completely fascinated and entranced and you were still free enough to touch someone else, to let someone else touch you. I was too stupid to think it through, too stupid to realize that your devotion had always matched mine, had surpassed it, with all of the shit you put up with from me. I just want the chance to show you that I’m sorry, that it was all a horrible stupid mistake and that you can trust me again. Please Spencer, will you give me another chance?”

  Spencer is still and silent for a moment as he considers the question, his mind whirling with the implications of what he’s just been told. This openness, this willingness to admit fault is a new side to Dmitri that he’s never seen before and he thinks that if it stays they might actually have a chance, might actually find a balance between them this time.

  He tightens his own arms around Dmitri’s waist and lays a gentle kiss against the exposed skin of the man’s neck, relishing the shiver that runs through his body.

  “You can call me Spence again if you want to, Dmitri.”

  Dmitri’s head jerks up quickly as his eyes search Spencer’s for confirmation to the hope that Spencer can see building behind his eyes. It’s a statement that isn’t lost on Dmitri. He understands just what Spencer’s offering him, understands the significance of the nickname. Smiling slightly, he nods at Dmitri and is rewarded with a kiss heavy and hot enough to make his knees weak.

  “Spence. Spence. Spence. Oh God, Spence.” Dmitri croons the word over and over again as he rains more kisses, these short and achingly sweet, across Spence’s face and neck.

  Spence just laughs and returns the gesture.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dmitri is determined to take things slowly after that.

  “I’ll do things right this time. I never want to go through losing you again, so I’m going to do what I should’ve done the first time around.” Dmitri tells him solemn faced and quiet over coffee a few days after his drunken arrival on Spence’s doorstep.

  Spence is helpless to do anything but smile softly at his earnestness and gently remind Dmitri that they’re both adults now and that the responsibility rests on both of them.

  “I’m not going to follow you blindly any more. I’ll question and push and prod when I feel like I should. This time around we’ll be equals, we’ll be balanced.”

  So they go slowly, are gentle with each other in a way they’ve never been before. They both do their best to keep the fiercer, more driven aspects of their desires tucked firmly away, allowing them to peek out only briefly.

  They go out and stay in. Dmitri holds Spence’s hand and kisses him sweetly on his front doorstep every time they part. It’s simultaneously more than Spence has ever hoped for and yet not enough.

  It’s almost a month befor
e things change.

  They’re in a restaurant that Spence has only been to once or twice before with Marko but it is apparently a favorite of Dmitri’s since it’s owned by a friend who always has a table open for him. They’re laughing over coffee and desert and Spence is happy and comfortable in a way that he’s quickly growing addicted to when Dmitri’s face clouds over and closes down.

  Spence is immediately alert and it’s only a few seconds before he feels a presence behind him and an oily voice that he will always recognize speaks up.

  “Dmitri. Well, if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes. Still pining after that dog of yours?” Antony’s voice is loud and cutting, designed to draw attention and keep it so Spence knows that he’s doing this on purpose, that he crossed the room with the intention of provoking Dmitri.

  Spence turns in his seat and looks up at Antony’s hovering form. The other man still exudes the same casual arrogance that comes with having the money to back your every move. He’s aged but only in the smallest of ways, a few wrinkles by his eyes, a touch more cynical knowledge in the curl of his lips.

  He notices Spence’s movement immediately and his eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in amusement when he recognizes the blond.

  “Well I see you finally managed to find the little fuck. I would have thought that your taste would have improved after all of these years, Dmitri. I’m sad to see that I overestimated you.”

  “Turn around and walk away, Antony, before you say something that you’ll regret.”

  Dmitri’s voice is low and rough, and Spence can see the anger building in his eyes. It matches the icy rage Spence can feel building in his own stomach at being face to face with one of the reasons why he and Dmitri were torn apart all those years ago.

  “I don’t think I will, Dmitri. You see, there’s no one here to stop me from pressing charges this time, so take your best shot. I’ll have you in jail and up for assault before you can blink.”

  Spence can almost hear Dmitri’s teeth grinding from across the table and something within him seems to snap. In the next instance Spence is out of his seat and in Antony’s space, hands held loose by his side and teeth bared in a mockery of a smile.

  “Leave Antony, before you find out that Dmitri’s not the only one who’ll be happy to make you go.”

  Antony simply laughs at him, his face twisted in ugly amusement as he laughs away Spence’s threat like it was nothing.

  “Please, as if you’ll do anything. You wouldn’t raise a hand against me when you were seventeen and you sure as hell won’t do it now. Dmitri, you really do need to finish training your dog before someone puts it down for bad manners.”

  Dmitri’s hands slam against the table top and he’s out of his seat in the next instance but he’s too late. Spence is shaking out his now throbbing hand as Antony sits on the ground, one hand cradling his now bleeding nose while he spits lisping curses in their direction.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for almost twenty years and it was well worth every fucking second of the wait. Feel free to try and take out those assault charges on me. As a matter of fact, here’s the card for my attorney.”

  Spence reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, takes a moment to find one of Alessandro’s business cards and lets it fall carelessly from his hand and onto Antony’s lap. He watches with grim satisfaction as the downed man’s face pales when he gets a look at the name printed across the card.

  “I’m sure Alessandro will be happy to hear from you, especially after I tell him all about how you started the altercation by harassing me and my companion. He tends to take things like this very seriously, especially where I’m concerned.”

  Spence turns, tucking his wallet back into his pants as he smiles at Dmitri who’s throwing money down on the table and standing as well. He can feel lust beginning to creep into his bloodstream, the surge of adrenalin that had led to him punching Antony already fading into a hotter, hungrier urge to devour and be devoured by Dmitri.

  “I think I’d like it better if we finished our coffee at my place, how about you Dmitri?”

  Spence smiles at Dmitri and he can tell by the sharp grin and the flame of desire that’s flickering to life in those blue eyes that Dmitri feels the same way as he does.

  They leave Antony stunned on the floor behind them and with a quick word to the manager in apology and a promise that Dmitri will call the owner in the morning, they’re gone.

  The silence between them on the ride back to the townhouse is charged. There are little sparks of heat flowing between them as they both sit tense and coiled in Dmitri’s car, almost afraid to move in case they catch flame.

  The front door is barely closed before Dmitri’s hands are tangled in Spence’s hair and he’s slamming the smaller man against it. Their mouths attack each other, all feral teeth and tongues battling for dominance as their hands scramble at each other’s clothes, fingers desperately seeking skin. They break apart for a moment and stare into each other’s eyes panting for breath, hips pressed together hotly and hands running over any skin they can reach.

  “Tell me you want this, Spence. Tell me you want it just as much as I do. I need to hear you say it.” Dmitri’s voice is wracked and desperate sounding as his hips grind down against Spence’s almost as if he can’t help himself, as if he’ll die if he has to stay still.

  “I want you Dmitri, always have.” Spence’s is no better off, his voice just as destroyed and he’s swaying into Dmitri’s body almost without thought, wanting closer while he knows that he’ll never be close enough.

  “Fuck!” Dmitri bites the word off as his mouth comes back down to claim Spence’s as he presses himself even closer to the smaller body before him, his movements driving Spence harder against the door behind him.

  Spence is almost overcome by the onslaught of Dmitri’s desire this time but he doesn’t fight it. Instead he lets the other man in, lets him claim him with his tongue and his lips and teeth. When he pulls back a second time so that they can rip their shirts off over their heads in twin swift movements, Spence actually finds the strength to protest.

  “Bed. Not here. I want you to fuck me for the first time on a bed, not against the front door.” Spencer pants the words into Dmitri’s ear and the blue-eyed man snarls in response and rips himself away from Spence in a violent gesture.

  “Go.”

  Spence doesn’t need to be told twice, he bolts up the stairs and towards his bedroom and after a split second he can hear Dmitri’s heavy footfalls following behind him. He’s two steps into the room when arms clamp down around his waist and the he’s being lifted bodily from the floor and tumbled to the bed, Dmitri wrapped firmly around him.

  Large, hot hands trace their way down his bare chest and cup his half hard cock through the fabric of his pants while a mouth nips hungrily at the exposed skin of his neck. He groans low in his chest and feels more than hears Dmitri’s answering chuckle as he bucks up into the other man’s hand.

  “Remember what I told you? You’re not going to be able to walk by the time I’m through with you. Every time you move you’re going to feel me in every inch of your body, across all of your skin and deep inside.”

  Dmitri’s unbuckling his belt and getting him out of what’s left of his clothes and all Spence can do is pant and writhe on the sheets. He wants what Dmitri is promising, wants it so bad he can taste it, can feel it in the beat of his heart and the breath in his lungs. Dmitri’s over him in the next second and he can feel their bare skin slid slickly together even though he doesn’t remember Dmitri getting naked in the first place.

  Dmitri braces himself above Spence with one hand as he licks a wet stripe across the palm of the other before he reaches down between them and slots their cocks together. They both groan as their hips thrust forward, rubbing their cocks together in a slick mess of pre-come and spit that sends fire arching down their spines. They stay that way for a few moments, kissing hotly all dueling tongues and nipping teeth, as their hips thru
st almost lazily against each other.

  Spence whimpers low in the back of his throat and thrusts his hips up against Dmitri’s harder, wanting more than the relaxed rhythm they’ve established is giving him.

  “Dmitri.” He groans the word through clenched teeth and Dmitri chuckles hotly against the side of his neck, the sound muffled by the skin he’s currently worrying with his teeth.

  Dmitri finally moves back and away from him but before Spence can catch his breath and regain his control he’s being flipped onto his stomach and urged up onto his hands and knees. Dmitri’s hot and hard above him and all around him as he drapes himself across Spence’s back for a moment so that he can revisit that spot on his neck that he’s so fond of. He stays there for a moment before he slides down, layering the valleys and peaks of Spence’s back with short biting kisses and long sweeps of his tongue along the way.

  Spence jumps a bit when Dmitri’s thumbs spread his cheeks apart and his tongue swipes hot and wet over his puckered hole. Dmitri hums low in his throat and does it again and again before he wriggles the tip in past the ring of muscle and Spence keens in helpless, decadent pleasure. Dmitri simply thrusts in deeper and slips in a finger alongside it in reply, his other hand holding Spence’s hips still as he works the slippery muscle and digit further into Spence’s trembling body. Spence can’t control the way his back arches as his body tries to work itself on Dmitri’s tongue and finger, desperate for the contact.

  He finally pulls away with one last wet thrust and wastes no time in answering Spence’s body’s silent plea for more by replacing his tongue with another finger. He scissors them, stretching Spence’s hole with every movement and Spence can feel the burn of it throughout his entire body. It’s delicious and he wants more of it, wants to be able to feel Dmitri every time he moves just like the other man had promised him earlier.

  “More, give me more.” He pants the demand out before groaning in denial and confusion when Dmitri withdraws instead.