Vendetta [boyxboy]

TW: b!ood, mature themes and strong languages.

Exchange student from Russia. What could possibly go wrong? Ivan Mikhailov, a long-legged man, with luscious blond hair, stunning blue eyes and a stupid smile on his face with makes both men and women tumble in love with him, nevertheless it never affected Sèbastian or....so he thought. Sèbastian Lumière, lean but muscular with Tuscany curly hair, soft hazel eyes. They hated each other's guts, cannot handle to face themselves around each other.

.....

They stood there in the dark alleyway, with old street light flickering on the sidewalk. Sèbastian pinned to the wall, with one of Ivan's hand clutched on Sèbastian's blood-stained shirt, blood on the side of his torn lips dripping down to his shirt. Ivan stood, looking down at him, his eyes filled with deep hostility towards him and something else....which Sèbastian could not figure out.

'Ivan, you fucking...asshole...', he utters out in his ragged breathing.
Ivan looked at him, he looked fucking seductive underneath him, pinned against the wall, his hair tousled, his whole appearance disheleved. Ivan felt aroused at the sight of him, his aphrodisiac. Ivan's name sounded sensual on his lips.... .'fuck..', he says pushing him down roughly, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag of it before walking without looking back at him.