The Dog & The Moth

Chapter Four

"Morning, Gorgeous." I smiled at him as his eyes opened.

"Morning." He gave a chilled smile and threw an arm around my waist so he could better burrow in my chest. Zero, one of my dogs, perched his head on the mattress.

"When'd you let your dogs in?"

Zero gave a low growl as Adam reached to pet him. I quickly grabbed his wrist, "Let him smell you first unless you wanna lose a finger or two."

Adam gave a confused look but did as I said. Zero's trust was quickly earned, as seen when he nuzzled my lover's hand.

"What breed are they?" He asked, eyes fixated on the dogs that had just climbed into bed with us.

"Zero is a Doberman Shepherd and Thirteen is a RottBull." I trailed my fingers lightly along his naked body.

"Why numbers?" Adam gave an odd, entertained look as I cupped his face to kiss him.

"Both numbers are significant to my life. Thirteen was also born on Friday the thirteenth, thirteen days after Zero."

He laughed and I pulled him on top of me. Adam sat up and ran hands over a slightly stinging, lightly tanned chest.

"You've got scratches on you." He bent down and kissed along a trail of freckles on my face.

"I wonder who did that." I said sarcastically. He sat up and shrugged playfully and I gripped his waist in a gentle but firm fashion.

"By the way, how does your morning breath smell better than everyone else's," He exclaimed, "I don't get it!"

He bounced a bit, making the sheets fall just enough so I could see parts of his ass. My hands fell there and it got a gentle squeeze, making him squeal a bit.

"Chamomile tea then a peppermint before bed. Also, helps with allergies and insomnia. Mouthwash works for bad breath too." I smirked, causing him to hit my chest playfully.

"I figured that much, ass."

"Language!" I joked, sitting up so I could kiss him again.

He sighed and bit my lip as I whispered, "Fuck, I love kissing you."

"Language," He shot back friskily and sat up, running his hands over my chest again. His expression turned apprehensive.

"What is it, sweetheart?" I asked, laying back down, rubbing his cheek with a knuckle.

"If you don't have any plans, can I spend the day with you?"

"As long as you'll spend it with me."

Another quick and chaste kiss, "I need a shower." I admitted.

"I'd join, but I have no other clo-"

"You can use mine. Please."

He stared at me a bit before nodding. I hugged him, kissing his collarbone as he played with the hair at the nape of my neck, then I gripped under his thighs and picked him up, making him squeal. When I got to the bathroom and set him on the counter so I could start the water, he asked, "Why'd you let the dogs in?" while swaying his feet.

"They were barking. Didn't want the cops called," I poured a small amount of bubbles in the water, "Get in, doll."

He smiled and took my hand as we sat in the tub, I behind him, the warm water rising and his back against my chest.

"What color is your hair?" I asked amused. He laid back further and kissed my neck.

"Ash blonde, I guess." He chuckled. We sat quietly for a moment before I pushed him forward and grabbed a wet hand towel, dragging it across the landscape of his back. He hummed in appreciation as I took the bar of soap and glided it from the water on his back to the his shoulders, to his hairline, and rubbed the soap in with both of my hands.
The rest of the day was carried out slowly and tentatively. We talked some, then didn't comfortably, or, we read a book together, then watched a movie. We ate together, then each other. That is, until he wanted to leave.

"Have dinner first?" I asked, rather than told, knowing I'd get a better answer. He nodded shyly, and as dinner was being cooked, Adam excused himself to the bathroom.
We sat together, at my table. Lights bright and inviting, the dogs laying in their corner beds.

"I never saw you as a man who liked other men, D'mitri."

"I'm an open person." I set my wine down after sipping it.

"I'd like to believe that, but your and I both know that's a lie."

I gave a confused look.

He knows.

No he doesn't. He couldn't.

Yes he does. He heard her last night.

No he didn't.

He doesn't love you.

Yes he does.

You'll never be a God.

Shut the hell up. I can fix this.

No you can't.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

"What do you mean?"

He sipped at his wine as I leaned back.

"You're a very closed off person, D'mitri."

I shrugged, "You could say I have trust issues."

"But you opened up to me so easily." He studied me.

"Because I love you."

You fucking idiot.

He went quiet and stared at me for a long time.

He's gonna leave you.

Adam shook his head, "You can't say that."

You'll never see him again.

"Oh, but I can," I sat forward, elbows resting on the table, my chin in my hands, "I would do anything to keep your innocent little self all to myself. And I am."

He widened his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows, and began to sway.

"I feel funny."

"That'd be the Rohypnol."

"The what?"

"It's a date-rape drug. It can cause the body to do a number of things if a person is given the right amount. The amount you have flooding your systems right now is going to make you black out soon.

He slurred his words- elongated them, "How?"

"Your wine, dove."

He looked down at it before his head collided with the table. I stood, smiling, picked him up, and took him to the basement and laid him down on the bed, tying his arms and legs to the posts.

Told you, Ivan.