Eduardo's mind went blank hearing that name from Marcello's lips.
Carlo Morano.
Of course, he has been with Marcello ever since they were little. He knew of his childish advances towards him but, he didn't know Marcello was serious about it.
His body felt so weak on the bed, trying to recollect his memories with Marcello. His eye were wide open, with a shocking expression all over his face.
Marcello still stood by the window smoking. As if it wasn't enough, he continued.
"He didn't let me touch him, so I drugged him and did what I wanted anyway"
Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, in a shaky voice.
Marcello turned to stare at Eduardo's cute face. He was excited with the kind of shaky and surprised expression he was making. He doesn't have any reason to say these things to him since Carlo was dead but he wanted to. Just so Eduardo would know the kind of person he is and never try to escape from him.
'That's right. You should get scared'
Marcello thought for a second, his eyes dead cold as usual.
"It's been a long time since it happened. I did it twice or thrice... I can't remember but... It was fun" he laughed.
Eduardo felt disgusted. He couldn't believe his ears. He never thought Marcello would go that far to drug him.
"Why... Why did you..." He stuttered.
'Why is feeling emotional? It's not like he's the one who got druged'
Marcello sure didn't feel any regret at all. It's been months it happened and the first time it happened was in a night club.
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#Flashback!
That day, it all started in one of the clubs owned by Marcello. He owned quite a few in Italy and they were doing well.
Marcello was at the club one Friday evening. He was seen at the VVIP lounge, staring at the show in front of him. He had women and men strippers around, waving their hands and butts to the rhythm of the sound. The disco light was making it difficult to see, but Marcello wasn't interested in watching them anyway. They were dancing half naked while some of his friends were at the corner doing whatever they wanted.
Some had chokers and collars around their partner's neck, roughly thrusting into them.
Some were shoving the bottle of alcohol into the other one's throat. They looked like they were all having fun.
But all of this bored Marcello. There wasn't a glimpse of excitement on his face. While all of this was going on, people standing at the corner seemed interested in Marcello but he had no interest in them.
He was like a sex god that fucked anyone he wanted anytime and anywhere. Many wants to be fucked by him but only a few would be chosen.
So one of them decided to make a move, thinking he would be chosen.
"You seemed stressed, young master. Do you want me to..."
Marcello glared at the one trying to seduce him. He flinched in fear and stepped back.
Marcello grabbed the glass of alcohol and sipped from it, holding a stick of cigarette with his finger as usual.
The door threw wide open as Carlo walked in. He was looking dashing as usual, in his small cute figure. He was wearing a white shirt, showing his pale skin and clean chest that had no muscle.
He wore a tight pant and his slightly brown hair fitted his light blue eyes. He entered the lounge and saw the scene happening in front of him. He was already used to it. He just walked towards Marcello and sat close to Marcello without saying any words.
The air around Marcello changed immediately Carlo sat close to him. His lips that were tight shut suddenly curved into a smile.
Carlo grabbed the glass Marcello used and took a sip from the alcohol.
"How do you even deal with this kind of scene? It annoys me"
"If you wants, I'll kill all of them" Marcello spoke. There wasn't a hint of lie or playfulness on his face. He sounded serious but Carlo just waved his hands and leaned his body on the couch headrest. Marcello's hand was also there.
Unknown to Carlo, he was leaning his head on Marcello's hand.
"I'm so tired after today's work" he grumbled, closing his eyes.
Marcello tilt his head to look at Carlo. His eyes went straight to his shirt. His buttons were loosed so he could see the inside. His pale looking chest that were clean and also, his pink nipples that seemed so sweet in Marcello eyes.
"Are you sleepy, Carlo?" Marcello asked.
"Is it obvious? If I end up sleeping, take me home without my father finding out. You're free to do whatever you want in the Diabolo house, but not my house..." Carlo spoke in his sleep. His eyes were still shut and he was breathing slowly.
Marcello stared at him again. His face was just too cute to ignore. His rose red lips that looked like that of a girl. It made him just want to fill it up with something other than food.
Marcello took the glass and poured more alcohol into it. He filled it up to the rim and took a huge gulp from it as if it were water. With his other hand, he loosen his neck tie. His eyes met with one of his men.
He signalled him and his men understood. After ten seconds, the lounge was empty. The music was still playing in the background. Marcello walked to the door and locked it from the inside.
As he walked back to the couch, he rolled up his sleeve, slipped his hands into his pocket and brought out a pill. He dropped it into the alcohol and waited for a second.
"Hey, Carlo. Have this and I'll take you home" he said, waking him up. With a sleepy eyes, Carlo woke up and took the glass. He drank whatever was in the cup, because he trusted Marcello.
He was so innocent that he never thought Marcello would do what he had in his mind.
'Why does it taste bitter?'
Was what Carlo thought. He was too sleepy to ask so he returned the empty glass to Marcello.
Thanks to the drug, Carlo was zonked out. He couldn't move his hands or opened his eyes, no matter how many times Marcello called his name.
Marcello crouched to his level, staring at him where he laid. His hands slowly trailed his face and chest, as if he had claimed his object of obsession. He didn't want Carlo to open his eyes ever again.
*'Only if he would remain like this forever. Then, I could do whatever I want'*
'Damn, he's so cute...'
He thought to himself, lowered his head and forcefully kissed Carlo for the first time.