His Stepfather, Dearest | MxM

eight

"He's mine," Fabien got into the man's face, and in an instant it was obvious that this guy didn't take him seriously. And I could easily guess why within a place like this.

He never showed interest in men. All of his partners and subs, were women. It's not too far-fetched to assume that he's not being serious or that it's some kind of joke.

Because he began to laugh shamefully in Fabien's face, and I saw Fabien's ears turn red in an instant. Even I shamefully found entertainment in this, but I think for me, I get to have such a thing.

As his hands balled into fists, I grabbed Fabien's arm just for him to yank it away. He wasn't backing down and I didn't understand why. It wasn't that serious, but I truly think I underestimated how much he wanted me. His domination that he clearly wished to have over me was almost disturbing.

I don't know what is with him and needing others to know I belong to him, when he's so desperate for me to call him mine.

Before others, does he want vice versa?

"Fabien, calm down," The man raised his hands in defense, patting his shoulders calmly, "If there's some kind of 'ritual' I need to partake in to just have a piece of him, I'll do it. He's not marked."

The man's light brown eyes scanned me for any sign that I belonged to Fabien, my eyes slowly trailing down to Fabien's lower back. Where his new tattoo settled that signifies him belonging to me. No one would look at it and think that it means anything but what it is, a tattoo.

While for me, it tells me all I need to know.

"He doesn't have a chain, a collar, a bracelet, a cuff- am I missing something?" The man waited for him to say, but Fabien continued to remain silent. "Is this some kind of joke-?"

"Sparisci dalla mia vista, altrimenti lui non sarà mai un'opzione. Capisci ora o ti distruggo." ( If you don't get out of my face- he's not an option; and never will be. Understand me now or I ruin you. ) Fabien sneered with so much venom laced within his voice that it sent chills down my own spine.

I instantly noticed, however, the way the man's entertained expression became that of fear. He looked between Fabien and I nervously, stepping back with one more glance at me before he ran off.

My eyes settle onto Fabien, his eyes already on me.

"You just stood there...like some fucking idiot." Fabien sneered so quietly that I wondered if I heard him right. Knowing him, I did hear all of that right. "Within here, if it's not made known who you belong to, people will come crawling for what's already mine."

"I'm very confused." I chuckle, stepping back from him some only for him to come back within my space. "You want people to know I'm yours, yet you want me to call you mine behind closed doors. Which is it?"

I get close towards his face, looking down within his eyes. His blue eyes that blazed with anger and yet they still wanted me. Such angry eyes that broke from mine first as he scoffed in my face.

"Don't act like you don't know what's up," Fabien forces a smile onto his face as he nods off, "Everyone out here doesn't need to know my business. I run this place, and the last thing I need is for them to know I've taken an interest in a man shoving his dick inside me."

"Why should it matter? They know every other sordid thing about you. What's different about this?" I look him up and down as I begin to smile.

My hand rests on his shoulder and I let it slide behind his neck. Pulling him closer towards me, our faces were inches apart.

When I glance around for a moment, I saw the eyes already on us. He was definitely a spectacle and everyone seemed to want something to do with him. Whether it be within this club or out. I guess I'm no different because I want him too.