Closeted Pleasure

2- Memories before departure

As I arrived at Bruno's house, I remembered how rich he really is. The Arakov mansion was one of the biggest ones yet in Yekaterinburg. Golden gates, over 20 windows surrounding the house, flowers and bushes left and right welcoming you to the house and a dolphin shaped fountain right across the main door.

I got used to it after a few years, but the feeling that I won't come to this house or see my best friend again really tied a knot in my stomach. I had so many good memories in this mansion with Bruno, I can't let them go......but I know I have to.

I approached the main ancient silver door, grabbed the handle from the lion's mouth and swing it, making it slam against a gap and hear it echo inside the house.

I stepped back as the door swung open and Sir Nikolaj appeared with a smile. Sir Nikolaj is the butler of the house and the tallest, strongest softie I ever seen in my life. Black hair gelled back with those majestic blue mixed with purple eyes that you cannot look away from, definitely late 30s, wearing a tuxedo that made him look like a rare species of a penguin.

"Hello Victor" he smiled at me. I smiled back and shook his hand like a gentleman "hello sir Nikolaj" I said and made my way inside, walking past him. He turned to me as he closed the door "Victor I told you since you were 5, call me Niko" he chuckled as he lead me to the living room or as I call it 'the Royal living room no one hardly goes in because it has over one million golden and silver fragile statues, plates and silverware that you are not allowed to touch, sit or even breathe next to them'

But I suppose I was VIP or something so I just sat down at the golden stripy couch as Nikolaj served me a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows. "Bruno is now finishing his piano lesson and he will be down with you shortly" he said as he turned around and walked away, disappearing in the large kitchen. I waited patiently for 5 and half minutes, until I heard his light footsteps echoing from the main hall. I put my "Best Queen of Russia" cup on the glass table and made my way to greet him.

I smiled widely as I came face to face with him. He was handsome as always; his golden hair falling on half of his face, covering his left hazel green eye. His clothes always on fleak like a Vogue supermodel; red and blue flannel hiding his "AC/DC" shirt, black jeans hold up by a brown belt, making it obvious that the jeans are too big for his perfectly shaped body. I always adored looking at him for hours, even months if he led me.

"Privet Bruno" I finally said as I opened my arms to hug him. He didn't hesitate even for a minute and ran into my arms hugging me tight with his gorgeous smile "privet V" he said with his slightly deep voice. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes; gosh! this eyes are so beautiful "I-I have some news for you" I said as I walked up the magnificent marble staircase that split in half at the end making a small balcony in the middle, just like a Disney castle. "What is it? And why did you stutter? Is it bad?" he said as he tried to keep up with me.

I didn't reply but I felt a knot in my throat that held my tears warning me that at some point I'm going to break down. I walked in his room and as I did I felt his hand touch mine as he turned me around to face him once more. I obliged but I refused to look up at those eyes again. "Victor? What's wrong?" he said as he grabbed my chin gently and raised it up to his eye level. My tears already started to stream down "I-I'm moving Bruno" I stammered and looked away "My mom and I are moving to New York for her work" I continued as my voice got shakier and harder for me to communicate.

I looked up at him slowly and saw the face I made in the morning when I heard the news, staring back at me, like a mirror. "Wh-When are you leaving Victor?" he said, his voice now calm and hurt at the same time. I stayed silent for a while, trying to focus on something else other than the hurtful energy radiating from the both of us. I felt his hand raise my chin up again, now more aggressively and saw his eyes; red from the tears with a slight pain in them. His hazel green eyes, now dark. "WHEN are you leaving? Answer me damnit! And look me in the eyes when you do" he said, his voice breaking, making it harder for me to stay silent.