Love can be really sick and twisted. Especially when viewed from a position of religious intolerance. Especially if you're a masochist. Especially when your sadist is your childhood friend turned enemy. And especially when the masochist is the real...
What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase?
Vanitas' p.o.v.
I slip through the crowd with a tray of shots and honestly if it wasn't for Callighan's quick tutorial on how to not spill a drink I think I'd have fucked this up by now. I somehow managed to make it back to the VIP booth without any major problems.
"Thanks, sweetheart." The man renting the booth regards. I couldn't remember his name after the one time he'd mentioned it but he was built like a refrigerator with a bald head and a pretty thick beard. He looked like a biker.
Bernie thought it'd be a good idea to make the VIP booth more than just a space for unlimited drinks and complimentary food items so he added the extra perk of having the boys tend to the VIP patrons in between shows. Usually the booth was rented out for a group of friends who were all trying to get extremely lit at a discounted price but I guess when this guy found out about the upgrade, he wanted us all to himself. Currently it was Aiden and I tasked with feeding this guys ego for the night and Aiden was definitely feeding it. I on the other hand was sent for drinks a handful of times and made to bend over to occasionally pick up something he dropped...like his wallet which was full of cash. He was obviosly showing off and just doing it to get a good look at my ass in this leather jockstrap.
"Any chance this party continues past closing time?" The man asks, looking me up and down.
"Uhh-sorry. I try to keep things as professional as possible." I say. A half truth half lie. The main reason was that I was in a pretty committed relationship but saying that wasn't good for business...or grabbed the wrong attention.
"He's right." Aiden chimes in. "Our boss expects us to be on our best behavior. But..." Aiden climbs into his lap. "I've been known to be a bad boy."
"Is that so?" The man questions whilst really taking in the view of Aiden's well built body. Aiden leans in and whispers something in his ear. His brow raises in surprise. "You are bad." He says with a grin.
I shake my head. Aiden liked to have way more fun than I could ever put up with.
"I guess...whistle if you need more drinks." I comment, knowing that I was not his main target.
"Will do." He comments, not even glancing my direction.
I shrug and begin to walk away but before I can even put a ten foot distance between us, a loud whistle beckons my attention. I bite my lip and groan to myself. There's no way he needed me that quickly. I turn back around to see the man thoroughly being distracted by Aiden, having touched none of the drinks yet or anything. That whistle didn't come from him. I furrow my brow, questioning first the origin of the whistle and then my sanity. Before I can write it off as having been my imagination, another whistle grabs my attention. This time I had a clearer idea of what direction it came from. I look a little to my right into the common section wandering for a bit till I notice a familiar muscular build paired with golden locks waving me down. My eyes light up, seeing Roman again...and he was with someone.
I try to contain my excitement as I jog over.
"Whaaat?" I say incredulously. "What the heck are you doing out this way?" I give him a quick hug.
"We're here to see you." Roman says.
"Er-Speaking of 'we', you should introduce me to your plus one here." I say, trying to excuse my rudeness.
"Right right, of course." Roman gestures. "Vanitas, this is my boyfriend, Hakeem."
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