Rule of Three (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3 - Bottom of The Bottle

I would have published this chapter a lot sooner, but I was distracted watching The Heirs. I'm sorry.

Oh, and when I said, 'feel free to yell at me through messages', I didn't mean 'intimidate me'. So, this chapter is dedicated to all of those who threatened my life via private messages. Expect a restraining order from me soon. <3

Thank you, though, TotohChan, for not threatening me. ilu.

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Chapter Three

It took them two hours to reach the complete hole-in-the-wall called Club Majesty. George was nervous as Matvei asked directions and barked frustration whenever he turned to the wrong street. In the end, much to Matvei's reluctance, George took over and drove instead.

Ivan shuddered as a string of muttered threats spilled from Matvei's lips: ''You touch anything you're not supposed to and I swear I will hack out all of your teeth.''; ''If you try and move the rear-view mirror one more time I will impale you through your ass on a stake.''; ''Did you just wipe your sweat and touch the steering wheel with the same hand? Your pathetic life ends here, fat man.'' and so on and so forth.

Entering the night club was quick. George wasn't lying when he said that the place was very exclusive. If it weren't for the long queue outside, they would have missed the place. There was a massive line and Ivan could have sworn he saw someone sleeping on the floor. The bouncer, who was a man as intimidating as Matvei, took one look at George and let them all inside.

And when they got in, Ivan was overwhelmed by the intensity of the music. It was like the effects of a drug; it screamed in his ears and clouded his mind. It lured him into swaying subconsciously along with the heavy bass. There were so many bright lights which seemed to swirl and flicker with the same force as the Time Square signs that he saw yesterday.

The mix of colourful lights swiveled across the walls, floor and the mass of people all moving along to the beat at the centre of the dance floor. Ivan could smell perfume, alcohol and sweat - and they all melted together into a surprisingly fitting way.

Ivan wanted to jump into the crowd and dance. He wanted to move with them and follow the pulse in which they beat. He wanted to throw away all the heavy thoughts in his head and ride the waves of the music. Sergei, Adair, the wedding, his parents... He wanted to shut his eyes and laugh and let loose and just dance.

He was brought back to reality, however, when someone nudged at his side. Matvei pulled his attention to his brother Sergei, who, true to his character, was already flirting with someone.

Some dark girl winked at him, and an automatic grin spread across his charming features. In a matter of moments, the two slipped into the thick crowd.

''Bring your brother back,'' he said, in that scary, low baritone voice. ''We'll wait for you at the stools by the bar. Remind him that this is his bachelor party, not any other night he used to have before his engagement.''

''R-right.'' Ivan nodded, and mentally face-palmed himself for already failing Lynda in his promise. He turned and made to follow his stupid brother. As he moved across the floor, searching for Sergei, he distinguished the dancing silhouette of... Yulian? Yasir? Whatever. The guy whose name began with a 'Y'.

What he saw brought a small blush to his cheeks. Yulian was dancing, rather explicitly, with another male - some blond, lean guy who moved flawlessly against him. The man looked frankly older than most of the others in the club, but the way he danced made up for it. He could put any exotic dancer to shame, with the way he didn't even miss the smallest beat. A knee slid between the man's thighs as Yasir pressed closer to him.