MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

THE NIGHT COMES DOWN

He put him into his trainers and he did it too. Enzo stared at him helpless while he tied up his trainers. His expression was serene, the actor surprised himself peering his sharp formed chin, the long and straight nose, his somewhat wet skin. He carried him in his arms. His arms were strong, the body against he crashed, was hard like a stone. He forced himself to cling with both arms to his neck. It was the first time he touched him like this.

- Do you know why I'm carrying you in my arms, don't you? It's because you can't walk properly.

- Can't you see me suffering? -he questioned him while he closed the door.

- I enjoy seeing you suffering, didn't you find out yet?

He didn't even show his shameless smile. He looked serious. In two steps they were in the lift. He stepped into it quietly and pressed the button 5. Enzo stared at the reflection of both through the glass wall. Two weeks ago he experimented something very similar to an orgasm inside there.

- Why do you take me your home?

- I want you only for me. Call whoever you need and excuse yourself the best that you can. You're not getting out of here.

They got out the lift. Turned to the left and two doors away, Lars searched in his back pocket to grab his keys. Enzo didn't let go of his neck. He didn't want to put the floor. It felt good climbed up there, he didn't feel pain and he carried him easily as though he took a little packet from the pharmacy.

They stepped into in silence. He switched on the lights in the flat. He hung the keys and sat himself on a stool in the kitchen. He pulled apart his Enzo's arms around his neck and the latter exhaled another "oucch". He felt pain again. Lars smiled. He devoured him from head to toe with his eyes shining with desire. His pain fired him.

- What do you want from me? -he rebuked him with an increasing rage climbing up his throat.

- I want YOU. I want that ass and that dick only for me.

- You must be off your head.

- Don't be silly. Took advantage of that. If you are good to me, I'm even giving you some gift.

- What kind of gifts? You've been all the bloody night raping me.

- Shhh. Don't shout or I'll have to put you over my knee and beat a reckoning into you. You chose all the time if you pay attention.

Enzo stared at him closely. His peculiar face was of course handsome. He was masculine, sensual, enigmatic, smelled devilishly divine.

- What are you going to do with me?

- I truly think you have no fever anymore -he stated placing his huge hand over his forehead-. Can't you see sweating was the only thing that you needed?

- What are you going to do with me now? -he questioned again angry.

- I don't like they questioned me. You won't do it as long as you are under my roof. You don't ever try -he raised his index finger warning.

- I need going to the bathroom -he told him with a weary expression on his face.

- The next door to the right.

He got off the stool and made two steps. The pain stopped him walking and he leant over the table pushing his buck teeth against his lower lip. He was going to cry. He was very close to it. Lars leant behind him and said so softly against his neck:

- Do you want to carry you on my arms to the bathroom?

He nodded upset. He carried him slowly, enjoying his huge power. He was delighted to carry him on his arms everywhere, like a daddy with his child.