Page 11 of Love of the Egoist
Kuon gave his captor a tentative smile, his brain spinning with variants and possibilities.
I just need him to come closer… to drop his guard around me. And then… we will see.
It was a silly notion, and he didn’t rely on it to work, but now, being half naked in the lair of his enemy, he didn’t have anything else to do. Taking a piece of roasted meat from the plate, Kuon shoved fat covered fingers into his mouth, letting his face show satisfaction.
Nausea washed over him. He wasn’t hungry at all, moreover, his stomach instantly rejected the unwanted invader. It took Kuon all he had to feign delight and swallow the sickness. He licked his thumb making sure to show his pink tongue.
Yugo sneered.
Kuon felt like an idiot.
But it was too late for regrets; he’d already started the show, why not finish it?
The knife lay inches away from his hip. Electric light glinted off its blade, casting a spell. Kuon couldn’t avert his gaze. His fingers found the handle, flipped the weapon in the air, caught the blade, and threw the knife at the relaxed criminal.
Yugo ducked with a light and easy movement, leaning right and half twisting his torso. The blade sunk into the soft leather chair up to the hilt.
“It’s ostrich leather. It is a unique piece and costs much more than all your organs put together.” The smile froze on Yugo’s face, but his voice radiated threat. His long fingers rolled the cigarette before he took another drag and blew thick smoke out of his thin lips.
Anger erupted, flooding Kuon’s face with heat. He grabbed the second knife and threw it in the same direction as the first one.
This time the man didn’t budge. His hand flew in the air, intercepting the knife. He flipped it around his agile fingers, then sent the silverware back.
Kuon’s head exploded when he threw his body aside, avoiding the knife. His vision darkened and a spasm, threatening to turn into vomiting, wrenched his stomach. Slapping the table with both hands, he tried to find his balance and suppress nausea.
Fucking asshole…Kuon thought, realizing he lost the battle, but not yet the war. His head was splitting apart, and it was harder and harder to think straight.
Willing himself to straighten up, Kuon chuckled, flashing a row of pearly, white teeth and, adding a fair amount of admiration to his tone, he said, “You are good. I wasn’t wrong in being interested in you.”
Curiosity spiked in the narrowing eyes as Yugo leaned forward, cupping his chin with his palm. A small crease cut his forehead, adding a year or two to his appearance.
Fuck, I can’t believe I am doing it.Kuon’s heart pounded in his chest when he stretched, moving toward the bed. His right hand landed on his nape, under the collar of his bathrobe. His left one caught the cool polished wood of the bed pillar.
Watching Yugo’s every move, he slid his hand over his neck. His nails scratched his collarbone, grazed along his torso, over his heart, under the robe.
This is stupid, so stupid! I look like an idiot… he will never buy it.
The gunmetal eyes followed his hand, and the slight but visible arousal fired up within, zooming out his pupils, bringing color to Yugo’s face.
Fuck, this is working, isn’t it?Kuon thought, astonished. The room spun in front of his eyes as he half circled and flopped onto the bed. The movement turned his stomach and bile crept up his throat. He forced it down and smiled, looking Yugo in the eye. Heart drumming in his chest, he leaned on his elbows, and spread his legs apart. Thin fabric stretched over his cock, shaping his sleeping curves.
“Are you going to sit there and watch or come and do what you wanted to do when you asked for me? You want this, right, Yugo?” Kuon couldn’t control his tone, and the name left his lips like a spit.
A hungry, smug smile appeared on his abductor’s face, brutalizing Yugo’s expression and sending a chilly rush down Kuon’s back. He shook it off and tried to salvage the situation. His hand mindlessly stroking his abdomen as he scanned Yugo’s amused face, searching for signs of emotions. Fingers drifted down under his trunks, found his dormant cock.
This is so fucking stupid…
Yugo got up and threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He strolled toward his prey blowing sweet puffs of heavy smoke into the air.
A new dose of adrenaline syringed into Kuon’s blood. His palms coated in perspiration, his chest tight as he flexed his muscles, preparing for a fight. As soon as the man came within killing range, Kuon hooked the waistband of his underwear with a thumb and peeled them down.
His calculation wasn’t wrong. Yugo cracked another smug smile; his Adam’s apple jumped as he cast off his shirt and unzipped his cotton pants. Skidding down, they revealed a dark triangle of pubic hair and stopped on his thighs. The visible base of his cock indicated a full-blooded erection.
Fuck me…No matter how ready Kuon thought he was for this game, this view made him shiver. The absence of any underwear demolished his confidence.
The gaze pinning his hips irritated the hell out of him, and Kuon itched to erase the hazy arousal from Yugo’s eyes with his fist. Having another man looking at him like this was odd, uncomfortable, unfamiliar.
The relaxed posture of his captor provided the perfect opportunity to strike. Using his arms for the support, Kuon pushed his body forward with all his weight, concentrating on one powerful kick to Yugo’s stomach.
