MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

WHO NEEDS YOU?

The minute he enter to Leoni's building as he did very often, he bumped into Lars on the entrance. His presence was powerful, the intensity of his blue eyes almost dangerous. Uncrossed his arms and took one of his hands to bring it to his lips. Enzo kept it apart confused as though he would spit on it.

- What are you doing?

He looked around. The street was crowded as everyday at this hour of the day.

- My usual greeting would be very different -he said wrinkling the nose funny-. But I must blend in.

- I can't believe we've met after such a long time.

- Are you excited?

- Of course not.

- Are you horny?

- Oh, Lars, why don't you leave me alone? I'm just trying. You have a boyfriend...

- Keep him apart.

- I have a boyfriend -he said and he didn't know why he said that thinking of Tarek.

His face was petrified now. He stepped into him with his expression totally changed.

- Really?

- Why are you amazed?

It figured out he didn't know what to do with the information he gave him. Lars looked natural and unmoved but he didn't like the news. But he could have an harem.

- Then we could meet the four of us.

-It cannot be. He is in London.

- Well, he will be visiting you, won't he?

- Let me in.

- You don't knock at my door and I don't get your address.

- It's better that way.

- Don't you dream with me?

- Lars, let's take the chance now that we have partners.

- I wanna fuck you once more. And when it's over I wanna do it again -he moved closer with those icy eyes.

- Stop saying these things -he pushed him apart firmly after fixing his gaze on him.

- Do you have a hard-on?

His question was impertinent, no appropriate but he knew his body language so well. There were few choices to hide a dick like his. So he nodded with no hesitation.

- Good lad. Tonight we're meeting in the lift of my building at ten.

- Pardon? -his invitation took him by surprise.

- Yes, where we met.

- I know which lift you mean.

- Don't miss our date. Wear something comfortable and easy. Am I clear?

He took a disapproving look at the clothes he wore. Too much winter clothes, heavy and hard to take off, of course. He pulled him tightly to him grabbing the lapels of his coat. Enzo choked a protest with that sudden sharpness that deep down he longed.

- Do you want me being bad with you?

Nobody could ask that like Lars. He made every word had a special taste, it was as though every word was wrapped in gift paper and he offered it to unfolded. He just stood staring at him, very still, but of course fascinated. In a way he still frigtened him.

At last he let his lapels go, arranging them properly. He took his hand and kissed it again with his eyes fixed on him. Enzo let out a laughter. On seeing he laughed, he bit his little finger. Hard.