"You're really an idiot." Xander heard from beside him. His face blanched and he almost jumped in fright.
Anton sat beside him on the rooftop watching the target, then he turned to Xander.
"You- when did you get here?" Xander asked.
"Your father must've said the worst things to mess with your head. You didn't even hear me coming even though I didn't try to hide my presence. Your mind must be in complete disarray." Anton stated in a joking manner but with a hint of worry.
"My father... Oh no. You- How did you know?" Xander asked, fear written all over his face.
"Your stuff were still in the house when I got back, and you left the bed unmade. Which you never do. I guessed that the only person you'll be this cautious against would be your father. Your father would be the only one to enter the house and even you wouldn't know till he's close to you, because he was the one who trained you. I could also smell the cologne of an intruder.
I guessed you might not be coming back because you left your ring on the table. You never take it off, so you probably wanted to leave proof of your existence amidst everything knowing once he took you I'll probably never find you ever again. Such little faith you have in me. I just used the security cameras in the streets to find out where his car went with the help of your men. And I did find him." Anton smiled.
"He's going to kill you. You-you..." Xander panicked.
"He can't kill me. Or you. He loses either way if he does." Anton announced.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Xander asked confused.
"Just know that you don't work for him anymore. You're mine now. I can use you however I want and he can't do anything about it even if he wanted." Anton replied with a warm smile.
"What? You bought me from him?" Xander asked, anger simmering beneath his skin.
"Nope. I just made our relationship very clear to him." Anton told him unbothered.
"What relationship?" Xander asked curious what Anton would say.
"Lovers, of course. Aren't you my boyfriend? Or is there any doubt about it?" Anton asked with his head tilted to the left, and a serious expression, his eyes narrowed, daring him to answer otherwise.
Xander blinked slowly, his brain unable to keep up with the situation.
"I didn't think you thought of me like- " Xander started.
"Then are you saying I'm wrong to have thought that way? Or that it was only one sided and I made assumptions on my own? It seems that's you've been doing all this while." Anton asked, his anger rising slowly, but it wasn't obvious.
"No. No. You didn't make assumptions. You're right. I don't know why I ever. I'm sorry. It's my bad. None of this would have happened if I'd just asked out right." Xander admitted. "I guess I should thank you. I owe my lifetime to you now, if I'm not gonna be doing my old job anymore."
"Mn. You'd better." Anton warned with a smile. "But for now, let's leave here. You owe me something."
"Huh? I do?" Xander asked confused.
Anton only raised a brow at him, before grabbing his hand and leaving the rooftop with him in tow, back to their house.
*
They entered the house but Xander didn't see anyone. Anton on the other hand had gone to cook, suspecting Xander hasn't even eaten anything all day.
Xander looked around the kitchen for moment, then turned to Anton. "Where's Sarah?"
The fact that Sarah hadn't come to the door when they came in and he had even scanned the house when he came in but he still didn't see her, confused him.
"Oh, she went home early today. I sent her home early when I noticed you were missing." Anton explained.
Xander replied with a raised brow. "So she'll be back tomorrow?"
"No. The next tomorrow. Why are you so interested, Xander?" Anton looked up from his cooking, eyeing Xander to spot any clue of the mischief he had already done or was planning to do, but Xander's face was unreadable.
Xander looked behind Anton at the stove, then at Anton, before smirking rather mischievously.
"Come here." Xander called from the opposite side of the counter, watching Anton drop the knife he was holding, then cross his arms.
Anton didn't move even an inch from where he stood observing Xander. The hungry gaze in Xander's eyes made him feel like he would eat him whole if he came even few inches close.
"Alright then, don't come. I'll just have to come there myself." Xander spoke. His voice was huskier, heavier and deeper. He only took a few steps around the counter and stood in front of Anton. Anton took a step back and Xander took one forward. He held Anton's left hand with one hand and the other grabbed at Anton's thin waist, pulling him into his embrace before he could react.
"Xander... What're you doing?" Anton asked. He could tell what Xander was probably thinking of, he wasn't scared either. But he didn't expect Xander to be this anxious.
"What do you think I'm doing? Aren't you the one that said I owed you something. I've remembered now." Xander asked. His heated gaze drawn to Anton's red, red lips. The same lips he'd been distracted with when he first came here. 'How is he so pale? How are his lips so red?' Xander thought to himself.
Anton couldn't dispute his words so he said nothing.
Out of impulse, Xander leaned forward and sucked Anton's bottom lip into his mouth. After licking it a few times, he released it and looked right into Anton's eyes. "Mmm, sweet."
Anton felt tingles run though his body at that stare. He felt so violated. But he didn't feel uncomfortable.
Xander lifted Anton's right hand which he intertwined with his left.
He kissed the pale skin on Anton's hand and closed his eyes in content for a brief moment.
By the time his eyes opened, he seemed to have become a predator in human skin.
"We can only do this one of three ways. We civilly agree to go into the room and do this, or I carry you there whether you want to or not and lastly, we do it right here, right now. Knowing you, you wouldn't want to do this here."
"Wait, wait, wait. I don't think we need to do this today, we can wait till you move in officially. It can be a welcome gift. Why don't you..." Anton's lips were sealed with Xander's before he could finish pleading.
"I've never heard you beg before. I've only ever seen you be rational. It makes me want to bully you and see what you're like when you can't think straight."
Anton tried to take a step back subconsciously. "The hard way it is then." Xander said and picked Anton up bridal style.
"Put me down, I can walk." Anton told Xander.
"You decided not to have a rational conversation, so I guess this should be expected. I did warn you."
He only looked straight ahead, carrying Anton into the guest room that had become Xander's room, kicking the door shut behind him and dropping Anton softly on the bed.
"Xander, wait, we can ..." Anton started. Xander wasn't ready to hear what he had to say.
He pulled Anton to the edge of the bed, then knelt down on the floor in front of him, and kissed him.
His hands held Anton's waist, thumb caressing the fabric of his button up.
"Off. Take it off." Xander panted.
Anton didn't do as asked. Instead he sat there watching Xander in a daze, wondering how they got to this point. Xander surprisingly calmed himself down, long enough to slowly unbutton the shirt, sliding it off Anton's shoulders and throwing it somewhere in the room. His eyes raking hungrily over Anton's figure.
Anton's pale almost unblemished skin was right in front of him, simply taunting him into marring and teasing and playing with it.
"Fuck it." He said, and dove right at Anton's slender neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way down to his shoulder blades.
He pushed Anton back against the bed, then got up, taking off his shirt.
He took Anton's hand and kissed the inside of his wrist.
"So beautiful." Xander admitted, looking at the usually cold and aloof looking Anton that at this moment looked like he's been teased and bullied again and again, with his flushed cheeks and his hair in disarray.
Xander trailed kisses up Anton's neck again, then towards his ear, biting and playing with it. "What'll it be, Anton?"
Anton said nothing. He only wrapped his arms around Xander's neck pulling him against him and kissing him deeply.
"Good choice." Xander whispered in his ear when they broke away.
The faint gasps and noises of unspeakable things were proof in itself of Anton's 'good choice'. They continued till the early hours of the morning.
*
Xander woke up with a jolt and sat up, instinctively turning to Anton. Anton, slept in a graceful posture, lying on his right with his back to Xander. Xander turned him, pulling him so his front faced him. Anton didn't wake up. He must have been extremely tired.
Xander lay back down pulling him into his arms. Wrapping his arms firmly around Anton, he picked up the black ring from the table and wore it on Anton's ring finger. He eyed the matching silver ring on his own index finger and moved it to his ring finger. Satisfied with his work, he placed a kiss on Anton's forehead and laid down beside him again.
This person whose entire being irked his existence, the same person that represented everything Xander once upon a time hated was now his. And no one could take him away from Xander. Not in this life, nor the next.