Vendetta (boyxboy)

[13] Thorntons.

     Vendetta silently closed the door after him, trying his best to muffle the click which soon made its way trough the silence almost unheard. Almost.

     "Where have you been last night? " he heard Vladimir ask monotonously behind him.

     He froze in his position for a while, then, after pulling himself together, turned around to face the other man. He was leaning on the kitchen table, his arms crossed, a questioning look on his face.

     "Well, you see, I missed my bus... " he explained, nervously playing with his fingers, avoiding eye contact.

     "That does not answer my question, now does it? " Vlad replied casually, his tone almost suspicious as he made his way to Vendetta, his steps slow and daring.

     Vendetta stepped further back into the door, wishing it could just swallow him, but no such luck. The only thing he managed to accomplish was to hit the wooden surface, now pinned between it and the other man, who was too close for his liking.

     "Nope, it does not...." he said, trying to buy some time. He raised his fingers to the collar of Vlad's shirt, fumbling with it. "Is this new? It fits you nicely..." he said sheepishly.

     "It's yours." the other man deadpanned. After actually focusing on the shirt, the villain realized that it was, indeed, his.

     "Oh... it...still fits you..." he laughed, patting his chest.

     "Vendetta, I wasn't going to make a big deal out of this but something tells me I have reasons to. Now, where have you been? " Vladimir asked again, a deep frown plastered on his face.

     "It's no big deal, I just... went at Blaze's..." the villain shrugged, trying to sound indifferent, but his voice  came out shaky at the end of the sentence. After gulping the lump formed in his throat, he looked up and froze, the hand on the other man's chest trembling visibly.

     Vladimir's pitch black eyes embraced anger and hatred, making waves of coldness curl around Vendetta's whole body, who violently flinched the moment a grip of steel caught his neck, raising him on his toes.

     "Are you fucking kidding me." Vlad growled in his face, daring him to answer.

     "What's your problem? " Vendetta managed to ask, sincerely confused. "You already knew we had a thing together! " he continued, becoming angry himself.

     Vladimir roughly shoved him back against the door, then pulled at his own hair in despair. After a few deep breaths he managed to compose himself enough to speak.

     "Are you fucking retarded? " he asked bitterly. "I knew you have a thing together, you idiot, but we just teamed up! Ever since we did it was obvious that you weren't supposed to take things further than just distracting! Do you think he'll take you seriously in a battle when you moaned under him like the fucking whore you are?! " he yelled as loud as his lungs managed right in the other man's face, watching as his expression turned blank. Not even hesitating, Vladimir sent the back of his palm in a slap over the villain's cheek, the hit filled with buckets of fury.

     Vendetta's head snapped violently and his eyes widened, as he slowly felt the sharp pain make its way on his cheek. He let out a short breath, not even bothering to hold back the tears which soon escaped. He reached shaky fingers to the injured area, his cold hand comforting the hot, red skin.

     "You're a fucking pathetic attempt of a villain. " Vladimir finished, this time softer as he watched the man in front of him sob, each one of the pained sounds making his guts twist in guilt.