Venom

《 Twenty - One 》

The next afternoon, a large package was dropped off at their door. In it, the couple found two bags of fancy outfits and two invitations to a private masquerade party. They started getting ready as the sun began to set. The tiger showered first and dressed in the outfit prepared for him. When he came out, Lorenzo was too busy being on his phone. The elder didn't pay attention as his husband walked out of the room. He looked up and saw that the bathroom was empty. The smaller man stood up from the bed and took a quick shower in the bathroom. He dressed in a bathrobe and went to the walk-in closet for his bag. The man changed into a royal blue sheer lace shirt that hugged his upper body tightly, especially around his chest. The shirt had an open V-shaped back neckline, exposing his nape and half of his shoulder blades. He had been given tight noir dress pants with black oxford shoes. In the bag, there was a lace mask to cover the upper half of his face but he would wear it later. Lorenzo applied light BB cream to his face and dark red lipstick to his lips, and did his hair. He straightened the silky brown strands and slicked them back. That hairstyle made his facial features look sharper and cleaner. The man gave himself one last look in the mirror before leaving the room.

Lorenzo went to the living room and he saw Yifan look up. The tiger's calculating eyes scanned his lover's body very slowly. Two pairs of eyes gazed at each other hungrily. Yifan wasn't dressed too badly himself. The man sat leaning back on the sofa, not having a single idea of how hot he looked. The younger man's muscular body was covered by an expensive black Saint Laurent suit and black dress shoes. The tiger had left the coat unbuttoned and under it, he had a black button-up shirt. Yifan's tie was the same color as Lorenzo's shirt. His blank face looked handsome as always and this time, there was kohl in his eyes. It made those noir orbs look so hungry and predatory.

"Ready?" The elder asked and the tiger stood up.

Yifan held the door open and let Lorenzo out first. The couple went on the elevator and down the luxurious floors. The view of Paris at night was just gorgeous. The night felt perfect. When they reached the entrance, a middle-aged man in a suit stood next to a fancy black vehicle.

"Ms. Rosanna has sent me. I will take you both to the location."

The stranger said before holding the car door open for them. Lorenzo was about to step forward when Yifan held his lover's right arm. The shorter man turned around and faced his husband who lifted his hand.

"Ring." The taller man stared at his empty hand with a dark look in his noir eyes.

"I think I left it in the bathroom, my hands will be covered by gloves later. I don't think I need it on." The elder said and Yifan dropped his hand.

"I'll be back." The taller man said before walking away.

Yifan walked back inside the large building. Lorenzo became anxious as he waited for the other to come back. What was this man up to? His husband appeared a few minutes later and gestured at the elder to enter the vehicle. Lorenzo entered first and Yifan followed. The door closed and they saw were unable to see their view of the driver was blocked due to a black partition. The vehicle began moving and Yifan looked at Lorenzo.

The tiger held out his hand and Lorenzo gave his hand to his husband hesitantly. Yifan pulled out Lorenzo's wedding ring from his pocket and slipped the piece back onto its owner's finger. The younger man's face was dead serious as he said his next words.

"That ring will stay on you as long as you're mine."

Lorenzo gulped at those words and looked away. He pulled his hand out of the man's larger one. Lorenzo stared at the Cartier ring that sat so prettily on his skin. A sign of ownership from Yifan's side towards him. Why was the tiger so upset that he had forgotten to wear it? The rest of the ride was completely silent.

When the vehicle stopped, Lorenzo applied the black lace mask to his eyes. He wore lace gloves over his hands and looked to his side to see the younger man wear his mask. Yifan had a black crystal tassel mask covering the lower half of his face and Lorenzo could see the killer jawline slightly hidden behind the crystals. Yifan got out and held out his hand. The taller man's gorgeous lover held his hand with his soft one and got out of the vehicle. Yifan held out his buff arm and Lorenzo took it without hesitation. They saw a large mansion that couples were entering. The couple followed a couple ahead of them and they showed their invitation cards. A man nodded and let them pass. Loud music and people chattering reached their ears the moment they passed through glass doors. They saw an enormous black hall decorated with dark red flowers, bright lights, and golden curtains. A huge diamond chandelier stood above them. It was hot in here.

A tall masked woman with long red hair and a fancy red dress approached them. "Welcome, you both are one of the VIP guests to our party. Come with me."

They followed the woman through the crowd of cheerful people. A few eyes lingered on them as they passed. The woman led them to the middle of the hall where there was a dance floor. It was surrounded by dark red camelback sofas. They were seated at a sofa and Lorenzo saw a couple seated on the couch next to him. He saw a smoking hot black man, dressed in a dark red suit. It matched his equally gorgeous partner's long dress. The woman's face was covered by a fancy diamond mask and her chocolate skin was covered by a red silk dress. The couple smiled at them and Lorenzo returned it. They talked to the elder and he found out their names. Malik and Abena.

The party started and the night became wilder. First, the couple sat still. Their eyes watched crowds of people dance, eat, chatter, and have the time of their lives. A few couples were making out in corners, giggling drunkenly. Love was in the air. In the middle of this craziness, Lorenzo's eyes spotted his ex. Jacob was slow dancing with Serena. Their eyes locked and their gaze full of love. The smaller man clutched his chest and looked away.

The couple facing them had watched them silently. Malik and Abena believed that Yifan and Lorenzo were shy. They decided to cause some chaos. The two smirked at each other and stood up. Yifan looked up as a beautiful woman stood in front of him and held out her hand.

"Dance with me, handsome." She said and the tiger stared at her blankly.

Lorenzo nudged him and nodded. Yifan stood up and took the woman's hand. She led him to the dance floor and they waltzed. The elder looked away from his husband when he heard a clear of a throat.

"How about a dance?" He said with a kind smile.

"Be careful, sweetie." The elder stood up confidently and gave his hand to the tall man. "My man is a little possessive of what he owns. He might go feral seeing me with someone else."

"That's our goal." Malik whispered in his ear while pulling him to the dance floor. "You and your partner have been sitting around so shyly. We decided to help."

"Bad idea." Lorenzo teased while letting the other man lead the waltz.

Malik smirked and pulled his partner close as they swayed. They had only danced for a minute with each other before Lorenzo saw Yifan walking up to them. The tiger grabbed his lover by the waist and pulled him away from the other man. Abena smirked and went to dance with Malik. Lorenzo looked up at Yifan who had a calm fire in his eyes.

"Yifa-"

His words were cut off by his husband who glued their bodies together. He forced the smaller man to hold his shoulder and they swayed to the music. "Don't fucking speak."

His deep voice left shivers down the shorter man's spine. The tiger's large hands gripped his hips as he turned him around. They moved side to side with Yifan hugging him from behind. Lorenzo set his hands on his husband's forearms and he leaned his head back. The younger man's breath tickled his ear and made him tremble.

"Look at him watching you." Yifan whispered with a hateful tone.

Lorenzo looked across the room to see Jacob staring at him with a dropped jaw. His eyes were filled with lust and dancing on his body. Lorenzo gasped when a rough hand gripped his chin and forced his jaw up. He looked above to see Yifan smirking at him before leaning down to his neck. The younger man's hand traveled up to squeeze his chest and Lorenzo's eyes became dazed.

"He can look all he wants." Yifan said in his lover's ear. "But you're only mine to do whatever the hell I want to you."