DemoGrassi

nineteen

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"I want to buy a slave off of you."

"How much and who?"

"Scott Hoying. I'll pay anything."

"Hmm... You're the little Mike Grassi, aren't you?"

"Yep. That's me." Unfortunately.

"Well, I've seen pictures of you. You're quite beautiful."

"Thanks...? What does this have to do with anything?"

"I was implying that you would pay me by letting me have some alone time with you —"

"No. I've already done that one too many times. You get money."

"Fine. How much are you willing to pay?"

"Anything."

"Alright... $100,000."

"Done. I'll see you in an hour."

Mitch hangs up the phone and rushes down to the vaults underneath the White House, removing the key from around his neck and unlocking it. He pushes it open and flinches when it creaks loudly, glancing around to make sure no one comes. Luckily, he's still alone, and he slips inside.

Mitch quickly gathers the money from inside the vault, knowing the Grassi family has more than enough money. He gets the right amount and turns to leave when he's blocked by his father.

"Move."

"You can't just take $100,000 from us, Mitch —"

"I can and I will. Move out of the way."

"No."

"Father, we have more than enough money. $100,000 isn't going to make much of a difference. Now please, move out of the way before I get angry."

Mr. Grassi stares at Mitch for a long time before finally moving aside. Mitch shoves past him and hurries out to a limo. The chauffeur gives him a questioning glance, and he hurriedly tells him an address. The chauffeur nods. "Yes, sir," he murmurs, and starts the limo, driving off in the direction of the address.

Mitch sits anxiously in the back, tapping his feet against the floor of the limo and his fingers tracing patterns on the upholstery.

After what seems like hours, the limo finally pulls to a stop in front of a large house, slaves working in the fields and the occasional crack of the whip. Mitch bites his lip and hurries out of the car as soon as the chauffeur opens the door, rushing up the steps to the front door. He knocks, and the door opens almost immediately.

"Mitch Grassi?" a man says, checking Mitch out shamelessly. Mitch doesn't notice, though, thrusting the money in front of him. "Here's the money. Now give him to me," he says, and the man smirks. "I don't know. I think I might just keep both of you," he drawls, and Mitch clenches his fists. "Do you want me to kill you? Because I can and I will," Mitch says, his voice low and dangerous. Fear briefly flits across the man's face before he claps his hands. A small slave boy comes to his side immediately.

"Yes, sir?"

"Bring me Scott Hoying from the bedroom, please." Mitch's blood runs cold.

"Yes, sir."

The boy rushes off, leaving Mitch and the man alone once more. Mitch chews his lip anxiously, playing with his fingers and his dark eyes looking everywhere but the man. The man watches Mitch with a smirk, his eyes slowly trailing up and down Mitch's body.

Finally, the boy returns, leading Scott behind him with a rope. Mitch locks eyes with him and bites his lip harder. It takes all the restraint he has to not run into Scott's arms. The boy hands the rope to the man, and the man lazily hands the rope over to Mitch. "Have a nice day," he drawls, and slams the door.

Mitch leads Scott down to the limo without a word, gently pushing him inside and getting in next to him.

As soon as the door slams and they're alone, Mitch slams his lips against Scott's, his tears of relief making a very wet kiss. Scott kisses back almost immediately, pulling Mitch closer. He sobs into the kiss, and Mitch pulls away, wrapping his arms around Scott as tight as he can. "I missed you so much," he whispers, his voice choked with tears. "I missed you too," Scott sobs, grabbing Mitch's hand.

The chauffeur gets in the car right then. Mitch hurriedly tells him to go home, and the chauffeur murmurs another, "Yes, sir," driving off. Mitch closes the pane of dark plastic, separating them from the driver, before kissing Scott again.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers against Scott's lips, tears pouring out of his eyes faster than ever. Scott simply sobs and holds Mitch's hand tighter.

The limo slowly stops in front of the White House, and Mitch hurriedly wipes his and Scott's tears before the chauffeur opens the door. Mitch grabs the rope tying Scott's hands together and leads him out, not tugging too hard and already worrying about the raw skin around the rope on Scott's wrists.

Mitch leads Scott through the halls, ignoring all of the whispers and murmurs coming from the slaves and even the occasional master.

Mitch throws open the door to his room and quickly pulls Scott inside, letting it slam as he hurriedly unties Scott's wrists. The rope falls to the floor, and as soon as his wrists are free, Scott throws his arms around Mitch, hugging him tightly. Mitch hugs him back, doing everything he can to keep the sobs from ripping through his body.

"I love you, Scott. I love you so f*cking much."

"I love you too, Master."

They stand there hugging for a while, enjoying the other's presence. Even though they were only apart for a day, it had felt like eternity.

"You came for me," Scott whispers, and Mitch pulls away just enough to rest his hand on Scott's cheek. "Of course I did, sweetheart," Mitch whispers back, his voice breaking, "I love you." Scott looks down at Mitch and stares at him for a while, his eyes brimming with tears, before he slowly bends down and kisses Mitch.

Mitch leads Scott to his bed and they slowly sink down to sit on it, never breaking the kiss. They hold it for a while, savoring the feeling of their lips pressed together.

When they finally do pull away, they're breathless, staring into the other's eyes. "They told me that . . . they told me that you sold me," Scott chokes out, and Mitch immediately shakes his head. "No. My father sold you. I would never . . ." He frowns, searching Scott's eyes. "You didn't actually believe them, did you?" Scott looks away, blinking back more tears. Mitch feels his heart crack in his chest, and he reaches out to grab Scott's hand. "Scott. I love you more than anything, and I wouldn't trade you for any amount of money they might offer me. It was my father, sweetheart. He sold you, but then I threatened him and he gave me the papers telling me where you were so I could buy you back."

Scott slowly looks back up at Mitch, his eyes shining with tears. Mitch bites his lip to keep his own from falling as he stares into Scott's icy blue depths, holding his hand tighter. Scott's breath hitches in his throat, and he slowly leans forward to capture Mitch's lips again.

Mitch holds the kiss for a while, but eventually pulls away. "What did they do to you?" he whispers, and Scott simply sobs. Mitch feels his heart break a bit more, and he slowly lays down, opening his arms for Scott to crawl into. Scott does so quickly, collapsing on top of his master and holding him while sobs wrack his body. Mitch wraps his arms around Scott, running his fingers through his blonde locks. "It's okay. I'm here. They can't hurt you now," Mitch murmurs softly, and Scott slowly calms down.

Scott crawls forward and flops back down next to Mitch, reaching his arms out and pulling his master to him. Mitch allows it without any protests, leaning up to peck Scott on the lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Scott."

"P-promise?"

"I promise."

And that is a promise Mitch is determined to never break.