Assassin [dylmas]

prologue

He lived hope. He breathed hope. The eyelashes of the girl on the right were covered with glitter. Her blonde hair was flying around, while she danced, wild as a lightning, that emerged in front of him, in the middle of the most private part of the club. The brunette behind him swung her hips along his tights. They used the table as the dancefloor, inhaling the smoke of the joint they passed between them. His visions blurry with passion and forgetting. 

His reality collapsed weekes ago. He was seventeen, rich beyond borders, the star in a huge play, that was hitting theatres soon, and he was suddenly on the list, the assassins list of victims, and somone paid twenty millions to the killer, that will pull the trigger, or spill the poison in his glass, or do one million other horrible things, but the one that will get rid of him. 

The music was sinking in and the glittering eyelashes of the girl touched his chin, and brushed up his face, her lips reaching his. He moaned loud squeezing her lips in his roughly. The brunette behind him placed soft kisses on his ear, while he closed his eyes getting lost in the pleasure. If his life supposed to be short, that was the only thing that mattered now. Not his girlfriend, he never loved and stopped texting back two days ago, but he never broke up with. He leaned his head on the brunette's shoulder, feeling her grinding on him, and he smiled to himslef.

„You're not a boy honey," he whispered letting the blonde one glide her tongue along his neck.

He never had one. A boy. He shivered feeling extra pleasure between his hips. The thought of a boy making love to him turend him on and he opend his eyes while the brunette reached for his lips. Both girls were trying to kiss him at once, while his eyes crossed the pink room and landed on a pair of deep brown eyes. He shivered feeling the drug took over too quickly giving him the prettiest hallucintion ever. There was a boy and Thomas' eyes were gliding up and down the miricale, that emerged out of his drunken visions, noticing he's strong tall figure, tanned young skin, sexy dark moles like scatered starlight on his left cheek, and messy black hair. Thomas' heart started to beat fast in his chest. He looked at the girls, their kisses were barely noticeable.

"Do you see him?" he whispered and the blonde one turned around.

„Handsome, but not as handsome as you, Thomas," she whispered digging into his lips.

„Stop. You see him?" Thomas nearly fell from the table.

He tried to walk to the boy, but his legs collided against eachother and he fell on the ground losing consciousness.

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So here's the proluge of my first boyxboy fanfiction. I'm really nervous about this one, so please let me know waht you think and if I should continue writing this story.

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