He finally made it back to the Treasure Mansion and was glad to have made it to his side of the wing without any encounter with anyone in the household. The Treasure Mansion was big enough and well spaced out that everyone had a wing which looked very much like a house because it had everything you need. He had his very own kitchen, dinning room, game room, balcony, living room and you can guess the rest.

"You've finally arrived."

A grutch voice said before he could turn on the lights to brighten the room and had him turning so fast,"Jesus Christ you sacred the shit out of me." He said placing a hand over his chest.

"Good. I knew I'll find you here." 

He glares at the owner of the voice feeling irritated. "Where else will I be, this is my house. How the fuck did you even get in here." 

"How else do you think, the security let me in and you gave me the password and key to your side of the mansion." 

He signed and made his way towards the bar pouring himself a shot of whiskey and drowning it in one go. "what do you want Sam."

"What do I want?" Sam said sounding angry "you forgot we were supposed to meet at Royals restaurant to catch up and have the night to ourselves after you went to the charity event but you never showed up. I called a hundredth times but you never picked up, I thought something happened to you and we'll find you in a ditch somewhere died or you committed suicide, you know with everything going on —" 

"Sam calm down–" he said interrupting Sam who looked so worried and close to breaking down.

"Calm down! I'm your best friend I get to worry about you and I don't know if you know this but I do care. When you do something like disappear and not pick up your damn phone I worry. I was this close to calling the police_" 

He walked over and hugged Sam who had a single tear drop from his eyes and then more as he rambles. " I'm here Sam, I'm here."

He pulled away after a few minutes,"let me get you a drink" making his way back to the bar.

Sam and him go a few years back. They both met at a bar, his drunken wasted self had thought it a great idea to blabber about his messed up life to a stranger, who turned out to be Sam. He had woken up the next morning in Sam's apartment who took care of him until he wasn't sick to the stomach from the amount of alcohol he'd taken the night before. Then Sam had wanted to talk about the alarming stuffs he had told him the night before, which he denied not been true that it was the alcohol talking. Sam never believed him and hadn't left his side ever since.

It was difficult at first having Sam around, pestering him at every turn and chance he got like this annoying brother but he warmed up to him, who wouldn't he was nice, easy to talk to and made him laugh, something he hadn't done for a while. Sam cares for him, he could confidently say he trusted Sam with his life. Another guilty reminder he'll hurt Sam if he did take his life one day. Another person he's going to let down.

"You're limping." Sam said as he brought him the drink.

"What," he suddenly remembered where he just came back from. The pain in his very sore ass began to surface, a reminder of the long wild night of rough sex, sweet pleasurable time that granted him relieve and took most of his stress away leaving him satisfied. He smiled.

"You're limping and smiling," Sam said examining him carefully.

Rolling his eyes, "you've said that Sam, what are you getting at." he said to Sam who watched him like he missed something and figuring it out.

"You're limping and smiling, if it was your sick bastard of a step dad you'll be grumpy as fuck and an ass all day not smiling. Something's different, I can't put my hands on it." Sam said finally taking the drink he brought for him.

"Well—" he starts but Sam splattered the drink in his mouth all over him, "FUCK SAM!" He yelled.

"You SLUT! you Did it, you and the sexy hot Greek god CEO finally done the deed." Sam yells back. 

Leave it to Sam to not apologize after splattering drink on someone and energetic pestering dramatic Sam is back. Great, just great.

"Just say the word sex." Taking a sit at the living room knowing this might end up being a long conversation.

Sam made his way to him and sat close beside him facing him "So you guys really did it." 

"I thought you already confirmed that theory," he signed becoming irritated.

"No, you just confirmed it." 

"Did not, you did."

"Did too,"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did_ why are we even arguing about this. Yeah we fucked, so what." Sam made him laugh, yes but he also made him want to tear his hair out sometimes in frustration and annoyance. They argued like brothers on stupid stuffs.

"What now!" He says to Sam who looked at him expectantly.

"Duh details," 

"There's nothing to know expect we fucked."

" Don't even give me that, you own me for ditching me and making me worry while you were fucking your brains out." Sam said glaring at him.

" I gave you a hug and I don't do hugs, that should pay for it." 

"I didn't ask for the hug." Sam shrugs

He pouts, "I hate you."

"Awwnn I love you too." Sam said placing a quick perk on his cheeks, and he smiled. "Now details. When? Where? How did it happen? I need to know everything, don't leave anything out."

Groans, "we kinda sneaked out from the charity event before it was over and we fucked at his suite."

"That's so hot but is that all." When he nodded Sam said, "You're terrible at this. I said give me details not that. Now start from the very beginning."

He glares at Sam, rolling his eyes. "Ok, so..."

He watched Sam who was laughing so hard, clutching his stomach with annoyance as he interrupted him the nth time halfway into the details he asked for. 

"Sorry sorry but I just had to stop you there, can't help it. You gave him a hand job and left him with blue balls. That's bad Sil," Sam busted into another round of laughter.

"What's so funny." 

"I don't know, everything, I just can't stop laughing." He couldn't help the chuckle that escapes his lips at Sam's reply.

After Sam was finally able to calm down, "you can continue now." Sam said rubbing off the specks of tears from his eyes. 

And he did and when he was done Sam was wiggling his eyebrows, "Wow, how good was the sex."

"Like I said, it was one of the best, the sex was really good. I enjoyed every second of it."

"You just complimented him, that's a first. He must have left a good impression on you." Sam smiles.

"You are saying that like I'm going to run off with him and get married or something. It's just sex." 

Sam smile just widens even more into a grin like a Cheshire cat. And whenever that happens he was scheming something or knew something he didn't. "Quit whatever you're planning."

"I didn't even say anything." Sam said trying to look innocent.

Quickly deadpans at him, "you didn't have to."

"Well I'm in full support of this ship and I think it's already saiillliinng." Sam sing songs.

"What do you mean, what ship, where's even the ship. Sailing where." He immediately questions confused.

"Nothing you need to worry about for now. Now go take a bath you stink of forbidden sex." 

Feeling tired and not in the mood to start questioning Sam intentions when an idea popped in his head, with an evil laugh in his mind. He grins widely with  "Sam," he smiles

"Yeah."

He spreads his arms out going closer to Sam for a hug.

"No, no no_" Sam begins to say but he already wrapped his arms around him tight rubbing his body on Sam especially the part stained with the drink Sam splattered on him.

"Now we're even." Releasing him

" I hate you." Sam said pouting.

He chuckled. "Love you too." Placing a quick peck on Sam's cheeks. "You also do need a bath too, you kinda stink now. Goodnight." He said innocently and made his escape before Sam could come for him.

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At the comfort of his bathroom after undressing, he stood naked in front of the gigantic mirror staring at himself. His pale skin were covered with several red and pink bites, lots of hickeys both big and small on his neck. It was really shocking how territorial Xavier was, he marked every inch of his skin. 

Touching the now faint purple bite above his pink nipple, he really should tell Xavier not to mark him this much, not because he didn't like it, in a weird way he did and it was to his advantage because then Xavier won't notice or question if he saw other marks and bites on his body because he won't know they might not be from him. 

He had known Xavier had been avoiding him when it's been a month and Xavier hadn't contacted him on the contract he was to compile and when he stopped showing up to the important events. He didn't know why Xavier had been avoiding him but it was also actually to his advantage too because Gilbert, the bastard of a step father had beaten the shit out of him when he heard Treasure Enterprises had been sold.

He had been recovering those months and healing. The man made sure he paid everyday after the news got to him. Gil hadn't touched him after the beating he gave him that almost sent him to the hospital, Gil needed him to recover because he hadn't been attending important events like he always does and the public needed to see him or they would question. He can't go out having busted bloody lips and broken ribs, can he. He needed to look perfect so no one would know what's happening behind closed doors.

Well that changed this evening, his luck ran out, Gil's abstinence from him ended. After preparing for the charity event, on his way out Gil had seen him, probably knowing he was completely healed from his injuries. Gil dragged him, tossed him like a ragged doll , ripped his new expensive designer dress and had his way with him like always. Touching him everywhere, it disgusts him. Used him and left him there. 

He could have decided to not go to the charity event again but he didn't want to be anywhere in the house or he'll probably be tempted to finally relieve himself and give into that voice inside telling him to end it all.

His body was itching for something, an itch he can't seem to scratch, like something was crawling all over him. He felt filthy and disgusted with himself. He needed a distraction. And when he got like this either Sam was there to keep him company and out of his head or he got wasted to pass out time and forget. Drinking everytime he has bad days which is a lot, especially now he'd lost the company, he's already messed up, he didn't want to add being alcoholic to the bunch so his best option was finding someone to fuck which wasn't hard with the way people lust over him. 

Most of the people he fucked just used him to satisfy themselves, chasing their own release and he's good at pleasuring others, mostly because he's already used to been forced to he learned how. Some sex were great tho. It made him feel sick that by trying to forget the touch of Gil's filthy hands on him he had to get touched by someone else but all he cares about was getting lost in the sexual activity for hours he'll forgets about how messed up his life is, focusing on the pleasure, pain and the relieve he gets after.

So he had gone to the event after cleaning up again and changing outfit. He had been surprised when he saw Xavier at the function looking hot and dashing in tuxedos. His body had been itching him so bad throughout his stay at the table, he needed the distraction. He had been contemplating who it was going to be and if he had been in his right state of mind he'd have picked Alex. What he and Xavier have is a contract, if they were to fuck, it had to be Xavier's call. He knew Xavier wouldn't have been able to keep it his pants that night but still yet he shouldn't have led him on. 

He didn't know what made him choose Xavier to give handjob to under that table, must have been the way he kept looking at him, it left him hot and bothered and he was desperate.

Well he didn't make a mistake with his choice because he ended up having the time of his life. Xavier surprised him just the way he surprised himself. Xavier had been the one pleasuring him throughout their several rounds of hot sex not the other way around like he's used to. He had great stamina in bed, he had cum till he couldn't. Sam had been right, Xavier really did leave a good impression on him.

Like he said he did surprise himself, he didn't do foreplay with people he had sex wy, it's fucking, no kissing. He didn't know why but he hate how intimate it was. You have to be lucky to even get a single kiss from him while having sex with him. He didn't even fuck someone twice unless you were a great fuck or really hot looking like Cole Sandler who he'd sex with a third time now and kissed once. With Xavier, he threw the no kissing rule to the gutter because he lost count how many times they've kissed. Their lips tend to find the other when they're together and they couldn't stay away too long without their lips locking battling the other like starved craved animals, his swollen busted lip is prove. Not to mention Xavier was a great kisser it was addictive.

Giving a quick glance at his lips at the mirror, he nibbles it. Sending one last look at himself in the mirror, he walked to the tub filled with warm water. He lowered himself inside, letting out a sigh of relief as his muscles begin to relax. The sweet aroma of lavender and cider from the water hits him as he closed his eyes.

While he drifted off to sleep his final thoughts were,

'Xavier smelled like cider' 

A/N

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