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XXIX

'a bad father has never a good son'

- unknown

Ares

Ares' arms wandered across August's smaller body. Since the day they went out together the two had become almost inseparable; they couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

It was the start of December, and Ares hadn't planned out much to do for Christmas, although he wasn't worried; he hardly ever did anything or saw anyone except from his distant sister.

The boxer was half way through getting his cock sucked by the younger man, his hand gripped onto August's hair, forcing the younger man to take in his whole length. He was so close to finishing in August until his doorbell rang.

Fuck's sake.

Ares stared at his door camera footage. Leonardo stood at the other end, holding a fancy gift bag.

"Fuck." Ares gritted his teeth. August too noticed who was knocking.

"I'll go hide in your bedroom." He sounded quite nervous.

Ares wandered towards the door, throwing on any clothes he could find scattered on the floor and hid the rest.

"Ares, my son!" Leonardo chanted whilst the boxer dreadfully opened his door. "May I come in?"

Ares was extremely quick to deny his request, but Leonardo wouldn't have it; he let himself in.

"I've come to congratulate you further, please take this." He handed the bag out to Ares.

Ares looked at it for a moment and at the old man before eventually snatching it out of his hands.

He pulled out a bottle of bourbon.

"It's antique, from 1999." Leonardo whistled.

Ares knew that the bottle of bourbon he held in his eyes was worth a fortune and wasn't planning on drinking it, especially not since it was a gift from his father.

"That's it? You gonna leave now?"

"What? Why? What's wrong with a father coming to congratulate his son?"

Father, what fucking father?

Ares scoffed at Leonardo. "Okay, and so you have. Now leave."

Leonardo sighed. "And I cannot at least have a tour of your apartment? It looks insanely expensive."

"No, what the fuck?" Ares was losing his patience.

His father completely ignored Ares and he hated it. The man muttered something under his breath and wandered through his living room, every window showing off a breathtaking view of Manhattan.

"Get out of my apartment! What is wrong with you?" Ares' patience was getting severely tested. But Leonardo was far too stubborn and too far up his own ass to listen.

Ares watched the man make himself at home, going in and out of every room; his palms were slightly sweaty, hoping that August wasn't too much of an idiot to figure something out.

The part-Venezuelan boy hid in Ares' bedroom, the room Leonardo was headed off to next.

He stepped inside, took a look around the room and stayed silent for far too long, far too long for Ares not to somewhat panic.

"Boy, come here."

Shit.

He couldn't care less about what Leo had to say about the boxer himself; it was August he was worried for. Ares knew the things Leonardo said and spoke about the younger man and for some reason it bothered him.