yaoi oneshot because im mentally unstable

the first and last chapter

His eyes darted from wall to wall, searching every crack and cranny for spies, moles, acrobats.  Anything that would be a threat to the main prize. The large warehouse door creaked, and his eyes shot up. The bolts rattled and he slid his finger around his pearl inlaid gun's trigger. He felt jittery. Time seemed to slog agonisingly slow. And the door opened.
It wasn't even sunny. Rain had pattered violently against the windows, some leaking in, yet it felt as though he were kneeling before the sun herself, blinded by her beauty. His. A group of people stepped through the door, each bearing weapons in which they had no intent to hide. Five men, four women and him. Flinnux immediately drew his gun. He pushed Sebastian to the floor and he immediately put out his shackled hands to break his fall. Sitting on his knees, he looked up and met his own eyes. His stomach curled at the prominent fear in them. Flinnux vowed silently to himself to put a bullet through the brains of these bastards. Manipulators. Pigs. All of it.
"There's your cargo.''
This man intended for Sebastian to crawl? His prince wouldn't crawl and he'd be damned if a rodent from the street like him wouldn't carve the gilt path he deserved to walk on.
"I want the keys." There was no please. He issued a cold, hard order.
"Fine. Even though the deal didn't include keys, you can have them." He reached his hand inside his pocket and tossed the key over, Flinnux catching it effortlessly. He shot a glance at his ears and eyes in the corner, a silent command to protect his back. Sebastian raised his hands, and Flinnux bent down, and inserted the key in the lock. The fetters clanked onto the ground. Flinnux wasted no time in hauling Sebastian to his feet, careful to avoid his skin. He never truly understood feelings the way others did, but he knew Sebastian wouldn't want skin-on-skin contact. He clutched his forearm and led him out of the warehouse. The least of his worries was looking desperate to bed his missing 'prostitute'. 

He twisted through the alleys littered with dirt and animal shit, through to his secret room within the walls of the brothel. Flinnux dropped down onto the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. He felt light, yet that lightness was crushing him with the underlying thought that it would not last. Yet even if he lost his content, he wouldn't care as long as Sebastian was safe. That would be his comfort in whatever trials he faced. He turned to his side, and noticed he was still stood up. Arms limp at his side, curly hair unkempt. He made no move to fix it. His eyes looked hollow. No thoughts behind them. Shoulders, sagged. Though he denied his love for Sebastian to others and even occasionally himself, it would kill him inside to leave him like this. He swung himself up off the bed, and with one large stride, wrapped his arms around him. He could feel his hair tickling the bridge of his nose. Sebastian limpened even more against him and his thoughts doubled in speed. His hair is messy. Could he? He gently pulled back and brushed it out of his face, praying his hands weren't like iron against such perfect skin. Even the brush of touch ignited an inferno of desire within him. He wanted to do so many things and he wasn't sure a heart shrivelled with hate would survive the love he held. Sebastian tilted his face up and locked eyes with Flinnux. On impulse, he cupped his face with his hand. Would a man as pure as him ever allow his calloused hands to caress perfect skin? Sebastian answered this question by leaning deeper into his hand and closing his eyes. He could see every angle, every bone, every curve of his face. And he drank it all in. Sebastian turned his head ever so slightly. A slight turn. A slight turn that set fireworks in his mind because his lips were brushing his hand. What if he—
He did.
He pressed his lips onto his calloused hands. Hard. Sebastian pulled away and registered the expression on Flinnux's face. His lips parted slightly, and his brows furrowed in dismay. He read it wrong. He wasn't disgusted, or scared, or objecting. He wished that Sebastian had done more to him. With him. That mouth was the balm he needed the most to his scarred hands.
He felt something stir inside him as he saw his pale cheeks dusted with a rosy blush.
His lips opened further to say something and the mere sight of his lips parting captivated him. He knew it would be the worst thing to do, considering where he just came from, yet it was almost as if he were silently begging to be kissed, and Flinnux wasn't sure how much longer he could keep observing until he broke. A few more seconds dragged by with nothing until the animal he'd dubbed Desire reared up inside him and it grabbed Sebastian's head, forcing his lips to his own.
The sweet taste of him bubbled up inside, and he wanted to get drunk on the wine of his lips. Wine from the gods. Even his sweet lips weren't enough to satisfy his desire. He wanted more. Running his tongue over his lips, he brought Sebastian's face closer and ran his hands through the tresses of curling hair. He inhaled deeply through his nose, wanting the scent of Sebastian to engrave itself into his memory. He'd thought that just one kiss, one caress would slake his need for the man he lusted helplessly after. He was painfully wrong. This only drove his desire to insatiability, and he was sure that the only way he would be kept sane was if he could feel that celestial touch every day. He would surely lose his mind if he couldn't. Eventually, Sebastian pulled back and ran a tongue over his lips, almost like he was feeling the last remnants of how the other tasted. Did he feel an attraction as deep as Flinnux? Or was he feeling too deeply, too passionately. Something he swore against doing.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing his forehead against Sebastian's. He really was. It had been a thought flitting between millions, he hadn't understood how much gravity an action like that held. Sebastian's emotions were worth more than that. But Sebastian didn't turn away.
"Don't be."
"I should be. I didn't think."
Sebastian held one of his hands with both of his, and pressed another soft, fleeting kiss onto it. "You know I'd never feel as safe in another man's arms."
"I didn't. I never knew someone like you could find comfort in someone like me."
"Well, now you do. And I—" he said softly, tilting his face up once more, "want you to kiss me. I want to feel you once more. Least of all because you make me forget the countless pairs of hands and lips laid on me. My body isn't as pure as you may think it is," he said with a short bark of bitter laughter.
"I'd hold you if you were covered in the grime of sinners. You're still you."
"I-"
"I belong with you. Not to you, but with. But quite frankly, I don't care if you own me or not. I just need you."
Sebastian pushed his face into his collarbone and Flinnux felt it dampen. Tears. He would not have tears of the man he loved. He took his wet face into his hands and wiped the liquid sorrow into nothing.
"I promise, nobody will lay a finger on you again."
"Apart from you," he whispered with a slight smile.
"Apart from me," Flinnux agreed, reciprocating the smile. Sebastian laid his head on Flinnux's collarbone, hand over his heart.
"I need to rest."Flinnux pulled him over to the bed and stripped the cloak Sebastian had been delivered in off and tugged him into his arms. He curled himself around Sebastian and stroked his hair. He studied the curtain of dark lashes that complemented his pale skin. He kissed his ivory forehead and gazed at his rising and falling chest, head swimming with only one man. Gradually, his beauty beckoned him into sleep.

ok folks im aware the ending was rushed but like it was a 3am impulse yes the world building was bad (fym in the walls of a brothel?? since when lmfaooo)
dont judge me ladies and gents