The Dragon Tattoo (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One - Waking Up

I give all credit to the beginning of this book to IndividualLion. She/he never finished the book, because she/he gave it up for adoption. I will be continueing the story! I hope you like it! P.S I'm adding in the first chapters she/he wrote.:) ta-ta!!!

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“Ugh, what the hell?” I heard a deep voice mumble, it took me a moment to realize that it was my voice. Everything was, and a soft, fluffiness surrounded me, a warmth coming from whatever I was laying on under my chest. I nearly freaked out and it took me a second to realize that I wasn’t blind, my eyes were just closed. ‘Well, I feel dumb’ I thought to myself, before taking in the situation I was in.

 I was in a trashed room, sitting on a bed with deep blue sheets, matching the blue walls. On the floor was a person who seemed to be passed out, a bottle in one of his hands. ‘Vodka’ My still slightly numb mind sufficed. I tried to get up, but was stopped by the weight I had been clinging to earlier. In my arms lay aman.

 “WHAT THE F*CK!?” I yelled out, startling even myself. I sat up and quickly launched myself out of the now evil bed, before noticing that I was, in fact, naked. I quickly grabbed the clothes I had had on earlier from there spots all over the room. I pulled on the shirt I had somehow gotten on top of the grey lamp in the corner, noticing that my clothes were ripped in several places. Luckily the pant weren’t ripped in any, um, vital places. I quickly stepped over the still unconscious vodka kid on the floor.

 I was about to step out the door when I looked back over at the man on the bed. The guy didn’t even wake up, and I got a good look at the shirtless, probably naked guy. His midnight black hair was slightly long, ending just under his chin, and really shaggy. He looked to be really tall, with wide shoulders, which I was extremely jealous of, I mean I’m not short, but I’m naturally skinny and thin, even with my (few) muscles, I wasn’t wide. I was lithe. He was also really ripped from what I could see, way more than me and I was suddenly thankful for not being able to remember most of last night. No offence to the guy, but I really, really wasn’t gay, (or at least I’d thought so) and would like to stay without any memories of last night’s adventures.

 ‘Not that he wasn’t hot.’ A small, evil voice in the back of my mind said, but I quickly shut it up, because I was not gay, and thus called girls hot, not guys.

 It wasn’t until I was halfway down the street in my shiny silver Camaro that I recognized the handsome guy.

 Lucien Grey.

 Everyone knew who the kid was, and I was surprised that I hadn’t recognized him earlier. For one thing he was rumored to be in the mafia, not only that but to be the head of the biggest mafia in the underground gangs. Which wasn’t surprising, seeing as to how rich he was, he didn’t even try to hide it. He’s 18, on year older than me, and graduated collage at the age of 16. He could fight, and from what I’ve heard, is scarily good. His nickname is the Red Devil, Lucifer, for his ruthlessness and lack of any form of mercy towards anyone to get on his bad side. Which sucks, because from the rumors I heard, he didn’t even have a good side. Oh, did I mention that he was extremely handsome. I’m not joking either, he was voted the hottest teenager in 2009 a couple years back, and would have girls falling over him for his combination of money and power if it weren’t for one teensy little fact.

 Yep, you guessed, Lucien Grey was most undeniably gay. The guy was as curvy as a circle, heck he was probably curvier than a circle. And that, my friend, is hard to do. Of course no one cared or judged him for it seeing as to how the guy could kill you with his pinky if he so wished it.

 Anyway, back to reality. As soon as I realized who the man I’d slept with had been, there had only been one thing I could say.

 “Oh of all the f*cking sh!t!”