Just a Bit Wicked

Chapter 1

There was a used condom on the floor next to the bed.

It wouldn't have been a big deal, but Vlad hadn't been around for weeks, so someone else must have thrown this thing.

Vlad stared at the condom, feeling sick to his stomach.He looked at the group photo on the bedside table—in the park, he hugged Nina from behind, and she leaned against him like a bird, looking very loving.

He glanced at the condom again, and he felt sick.

Nina didn't notice it at all, and kept talking behind his back about how happy she was that he had returned from Switzerland early.

Vlad prided himself on the fact that he had never had a hand with a woman.He is a strong man, he does the job of licking blood with the tip of a knife, and his temper and fists are naturally quite easy to mess with, but he doesn't hit women.

It was the first time he wanted to punch a pussy so much.

He's had the worst luck this week.He's lost his job, and he's lost the trust of his friends—well, it's just that he's unilaterally treating people as friends.Now he discovered that his girl had planted a prairie above his head in his house and on his bed.What a fucking icing on the cake, fuck.

"Who is that idiot?" he asked muffled.

Nina just shut up. "What?"

Vlad turned and pointed to the condom. "Which idiot did you hook up with?"

Nina's big blue eyes widened and her lips trembled. "Vlad, you mis-"

"I misunderstood?" Vlad growled. "You fucking playing with me? Nina?"

She flinched and took a few steps back. "What did you say?" He sounded confused.

She's pretty good at it, but no luck.Vlad had been a secret agent, and he knew all too well the people who lied for a living, having been one of them himself.

"Who is that idiot?" He couldn't figure out why he was holding onto it.No, he understood: even now, he couldn't do it with a fluffy whore full of nonsense; but another man was another matter.Roman fired him from the position of chief security officer. He was so frustrated and angry that he was about to explode and needed a hard fight.Let's be more frank, in fact, since the little British gay Luke Whitford played his boss in the palm of his hand, he has been burning with anger.To this day, Vlad still can't figure out how that little slut got a crush on someone like Roman, and it makes him sick to think about it.It never occurred to him that Romain could be crooked, and now he's convinced that Roman is straight—it's all Luke Whitford's fault: the bastard with those lascivious lips made for sucking. Damn, even if Vlad was a straight man with a pole, he couldn't help but glance at him twice.

"Who's that idiot?" Vlad asked again.He didn't want to admit that his heart hurt so badly.Nina has been with him for two years and has been very stable.She's smart, funny and beautiful, and he really likes her, and sometimes even thinks he's in love with her.He'd thought they were on good terms; but Nina apparently didn't think so, and he'd only been gone for a few weeks before she was hooked up with someone else.

He wasn't stupid enough to think they were some kind of fairy couple.They quarreled every day, mostly because his errands required traveling all over the world.Sexually, it wasn't particularly harmonious either—but then again, Vlad didn't feel too excited about sleeping with any woman, and he always felt a little underwhelmed.He got used to it and attributed it to his lack of libido.In fact, he still felt very proud. Many men let the second take over their minds, but he didn't.

"Is this important?" Nina gritted her teeth, her eyes lit up, her fear and shame disappeared, and she put on an angry and defensive expression. "Why didn't you think of it? You're always away! You're traveling around the world, and you're wandering around in Paris and London tomorrow. I should just be a vegetarian?"

"I never fuck outside," Vlad said, but Nina scoffed.She never believed it. "Let me ask one last time: who is that idiot?"

Nina pursed her lips. "I won't tell you, you will hurt him."

She still protects the bastard.Add fuel to the fire.

"Fuck, you're really right. Pack it up and get out now."

Nina froze.

"You can't be so decisive, you can't just drive me away! I have nowhere to go in Moscow!"

"You should have thought about it when you were riding on another man to make a fuss." Vlad said mercilessly.

Nina blushed. "Do you have to be so dirty?"

Vlad sneered lowly. "What are you talking about, being a bitch and still erecting a memorial archway?"

Nina stared at him, blushing brightly. "You know? I fucked someone else, and it was so cool! He's a hundred times better than you! I've never tried such a good time! I told him, you're always listless on the bed Enjoy yourself and make us happy..."

"Go away," Vlad said through gritted teeth. "I'm going out for a while now, you can take care of yourself, get out of here." He clenched his fists and turned around. "Give the key to the doorman." He strode out.

As soon as he went out, he couldn't help but punched the wall fiercely, and then put his forehead against the wall, trying to calm down with deep breaths.He knew that Nina was deliberately provocative, and he wouldn't take the bait.He wouldn't do it with a bitch, absolutely not, fuck it.Even if he's in pain, angry, and desperate to vent, no or no.But Nina didn't do this shit alone.She also has an accomplice.

Vlad looked up, gritted his teeth.He thought it over.

He didn't need Nina to tell him, he could find out by himself.There is video surveillance in the building.He spent ten years as director of security for one of the most powerful and ruthless oligarchs in Europe, and he accumulated a lot of useful contacts.He'll have that bastard's name and address within today.

Let you go around, boy.

***

He got the information he wanted, faster than expected.He was so angry that he wanted to flip the table.Nina's friend is an Englishman.

Vlad also understood that anyone with a brain would not dislike a country because of a person, but after experiencing Luke Whitford's bad things, he was tired of things that had anything to do with Britain.One Brit ruined his career, another Brit ruined his life, is God playing with him?Well, Luke Whitford he can't reach, Sebastian Sumner can't run.

Vlad knocked on the door of the hotel room, trembling slightly with nervousness and irritability.Before the door opened, he ran through the person's information in his mind: Sebastian Sumner, 25 this year, seven years younger than him, is a well-known model who usually lives in London.Fuck, model.Nina even cuckolded him for a male model.This is obviously not her thing, she always said that she can't stand the little boy who is prettier and thinner than her.

The door opened.

Sebastian Sumner was not particularly slender, but he was undeniably a beauty.

He wasn't short, almost as tall as Vlad; but he was wiry and lean, and Vlad was bigger and more muscular.Sumner's shoulders were broad and a little muscular, but a sensible man like Vlad immediately saw that he was no match for him.In terms of appearance alone, he and Vlad are the complete opposite type.

Vlad has no inferiority complex, women have always favored him.His appearance is typical of the Slavs, with blue almond eyes, a square jaw, and blond hair cut very short.He knew he was not bad looking.Besides, a man should not be "beautiful" in the first place.To put it bluntly, a man who was good-looking and well-mannered would always make Vlad feel uncomfortable, no matter why.

This kid... is exactly that type.

Sebastian has black, soft and shiny curly hair, which is a little long and combed back casually, which sets off his beautiful facial features and delicately carved cheekbones.His large black eyes looked at Vlad inquiringly.This guy has eyeliner?Such beautiful eyes cannot be born.Sebastian pursed his plump lips slightly, the rosiness was particularly vivid against his snow-white complexion.What a damn good-looking bum, Vlad thought reluctantly.He can be so "beautiful" without being powdery at all.

"What's the matter, buddy?" Sebastian asked.His voice was low, with a sleepy look on his face, and he seemed to have just fallen asleep.

The British accent stung Vlad, who was furious.This guy fucked his bitch.He fucked Vlad's woman on Vlad's place, on Vlad's bed.There were photos of Vlad and Nina all over the house, and it was impossible for him not to know that Nina had taken possession of her.

"Don't come here, you know who I am."

A look of enlightenment gradually appeared on Sebastian's face.He took two steps back, his eyes were wary and a little uncomfortable. "You're Nina's boyfriend. Vlad, right?"

"Nice meeting," said Vlad, pressing forward.

"Listen, I didn't know Nina had a boyfriend at first," Sebastian said quickly. "I didn't see your photo until later." He tried to smile, but seemed more embarrassed. "After entering the house, she didn't let me see my surroundings..."

Suddenly, Fred picked him up and slammed him against the wall. "Don't you think it's fun, you bastard? Distracting people for fun?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow slightly. "I'm telling the truth: I don't know. Also, I think you're blaming the wrong person. I danced with your girlfriend for half an hour, and she asked me out. It's not my fault that your relationship isn't strong..."

Vlad hit Sebastian in the jaw with a straight punch.

Sebastian snorted a few times, bleeding from his mouth.He wiped it away, but some blood remained on his lips.There was a trace of fear on his face, and then he calmed down.He raised his chin, his expression hardened. "Poke your sore spot? Stupid guy?"

"Shut the fuck up." Vlad slammed Sebastian's head against the wall, choking him. "Life is precious, boy. I've killed anyone who didn't make me so angry."

The guy actually laughed. "It's mighty. But does anyone believe it, buddy?"

incredible.The idiot actually thought Vlad was bragging.

"You've got no idea what I'm up to in your little brain, buddy," said Vlad darkly. "I can break you with one hand." He wasn't trying to scare people, he could do it.Vlad tightened his grip.Seeing Sebastian breathing hard between his fingers, an unimaginable sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of his heart.But he didn't plan to kill him, Nina wasn't worth it.So, seeing that overly handsome face gradually turning blue, Vlad reluctantly withdrew his strength.

Sebastian coughed violently, panting heavily.Between coughing and panting, he said hoarsely: "You know, you should thank me."

Is this guy still in a funny mood?

"Thank you for fucking my bitch?"

"Thank you for testing her loyalty," Sebastian looked at him. "Tell new strangers how bad you are in bed - are you sure you need a woman like that?"

Vlad narrowed his eyes. "I'm twitching on the bed."

Sebastian shrugged. "She said it, not me, and I haven't seen it before." He glanced at Vlad critically. "You look quite sexy, but you don't look good in bed."

An irritability churned Vlad's stomach.Pretty sexy? "Are you a fucking second chair?" Fuck, why are there so many second chairs all over the world recently?

Sebastian blinked, a little helplessly. "You are really a warm man...Fortunately, I know you Russia, and the anti-homosexual remarks are overwhelming. I know that you are just brainwashed, otherwise this problem will become bigger. I try to be magnanimous, but with your performance today, It really deserves a green hat."

"You're a fucking second chair."

"If I had to ask, I think I'm twin, but yes, I'm more inclined to have sex with men in general," Sebastian said proudly. "I don't feel anything to be ashamed of."

Vlad sneered. "Needless to say, you don't even dare to give away green hats, what else can I expect?"

Sebastian tilted his head. "Are you saying that bisexuality and homosexuality are immoral? I protest vehemently. Leaving aside the homophobic nonsense; listen up, primitive: Even if you have a partner, it doesn't mean she's your private property. She It doesn't belong to you, she only belongs to herself. As long as she wants to sleep with other men, she can do so, no matter how unkind. Why does she want to find someone else behind your back? Have you ever reflected on it? From what I've seen , you really don't have any shining points, or your bed skills are as bad as she said..."

Vlad slammed him against the wall again, grunting in pain. "Shut up!" Vlad yelled. "How dare you make irresponsible remarks to normal people, you sissy who walked through the back door?"

Sebastian laughed without showing any weakness and said, "Compared to 'normal', isn't 'sissy' more a testament to your majesty?" As he spoke, he twisted his buttocks.

"What the hell are you trying to do, freak?" Vlad felt his neck burn.

"Is there something wrong?" Sebastian said, twisting again, his body pressed against Vlad, and began to grind up and down.

"Stop it," Vlad said, squeezing Sebastian's throat again. "You think such disgusting things can scare me?"

"Disgusting, huh?" Sebastian said softly, looking him in the eyes. "Why are you hardened?"

He didn't-

Hold.

Vlad glared. "I'm not gay."

Sebastian seemed amused by something. "Talk to your little brother."

Vlad couldn't help gritting his teeth and said, "If you rub against me, any straight man will react a bit. I can't even bend this little trick."

"You decide."

"Stop rubbing it, you pervert."

Sebastian's smile widened. "If you're so disgusting, why don't you run away?"

"Because a second chair like you doesn't scare me," Vlad shot back, wishing he wasn't so flustered. "You freaks don't deserve to be men."

Sebastian scowled. "You know, I've changed my mind: you're still pissing me off after all."

Vlad smiled sarcastically. "Yo, trying to scare me?"

There was a strange flash in Sebastian's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "You should be scared," he said softly, and put his lips against Vlad.

Vlad stiffened.It's not right, it's too perverted, it's disgusting; but, for some reason, his cock is achingly hard, and he wants to—

He shoved Sebastian away, wiping his mouth manically, and slammed the culprit against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing?" he growled, wrapping his forearm around Sebastian's throat. "I told you I'm not gay, you want to force me to write every word on your face?"

Sebastian's throat made a fuzzy sound, he struggled to breathe, but still stubbornly refused to look away, his eyes were full of provocation. "Compared to you, your girlfriend likes a gay guy more, what does that mean?"

This idiot sincerely seeks death.

A punch hit Sebastian in the stomach, causing him to bend over in pain.Then another punch hit him in the ribs, and he couldn't hold on anymore, kneeling on the ground, unable to breathe in pain.

Vlad grabbed Sebastian's hair tightly and forced him to look up: "Shut your mouth. The words you said are enough to kill you a hundred times."

Sebastian was panting heavily, his voice had become hoarse, but he still smiled at Vlad: "The mouth has other magical functions, how about we try it?" Before Vlad could move, he left Lips, covering the swelling between Vlad's legs.

Vlad's muscles seemed locked.He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, except to stare blankly at Sebastian's bright red lips repeating the excitement he couldn't hide through the fabric of his clothes.Their eyes were tangled, and he couldn't do anything.

"Stop..." Vlad heard himself say.He tried his best to restrain his tension, so that his body trembled slightly.His words were so hard that he was in pain.Damn it, how could he be so stubborn?

Sebastian looked up into Vlad's eyes, his cheek against Vlad's erection like a clingy big cat.He whispered, "How does it feel to know that gays can make you hard, straight?"

The string snapped in Vlad's head.He jerked open the zipper, pulled out his cock, and thrust it into Sebastian's mouth.Sebastian grunted, retching from the gnarled thing in his mouth, his eyes widening in an almost comical way.The sight brought great satisfaction to Vlad.Apparently the guy under him was just trying to put on a show.Now that his trick had been exposed, he was bound to break free - but Sebastian didn't.He looked at Vlad, tightened his lips, and began to suck.

Vlad rolled his eyes with pleasure, and a low moan escaped from his lips.Warm, moist, perfect intensity.He just couldn't stand it.He suddenly forgot that his original intention of doing this was to dismantle the second chair, as if that was what he wanted from the beginning: a warm, moist little mouth around his achingly hard cock.His ass moved uncontrollably, his hot iron pumping and pumping in Sebastian's mouth.He felt a little sick, and at the same time longed to fuck that mouth hard.Two senses were fighting inside him, almost tearing him apart.

He wanted to stop, but no sound came out.His mind clamored to shake off the freak, but his body refused to obey.There's nothing he can do but push himself deeper into Sebastian's throat.He growled and thrashed, and what felt like minutes and hours later, he was all messed up.Sebastian's mouth is so fucking perfect, lips and tongue tightly wrapped around him, his senses have fallen, and he sprints like crazy, his hand clamping Sebastian's cheek, he's going to—

In a daze, he moaned and came, in Sebastian's throat.

For a while, there was only silence and the thrill of being submerged.

Then, his brain started working again.

His eyes widened and he gasped.He said hoarsely, "Just pretend that what happened just now never happened."

Sebastian wiped his mouth and looked at him thoughtfully.Vlad had already broken down, so he didn't notice the look, or it would have been disturbing.

"Of course." Sebastian said kindly.He stood up, smiling. "Thank you for visiting, it's very...interesting. It's good to leave."

Vlad turned and left.Near the door, he heard Sebastian say, "I'm sorry I gave your girlfriend an orgasm, but you're even now."

Vlad slams the door loudly.

He walked out of the hotel building, feeling sick to his stomach.He gritted his teeth and stared straight ahead, avoiding the eyes of passers-by.For the first time in his life he felt so uncomfortable, so disgusted.Did others see what happened just now?Does it say on his face that he just fucked a man's mouth?Has he become the second chair?

"pidoras, pidor, goluboy, pedik[1]"—a sharp, vicious voice echoed in his head, uttering these familiar words, which in Russian are synonyms for "two chairs."That voice was very similar to his uncle, and those almost forgotten childhood memories became clear again.

Vlad grew up in a small Russian village far from the city.It's traditionally old-fashioned, decades behind the times in many ways.There is only one small black and white TV in the whole village, and they live a life almost isolated from the outside world.The young Vlad had no dissatisfaction with this, he only knew this way of life.Throughout his childhood, he and his brother worked hard on their small farm under the strict supervision of their uncle.Uncle Stepan was a sergeant before leaving the army, and the word "lazy" was not in his dictionary.

Whenever Vlad and his brothers got too tired and wanted to play secretly for a while, Uncle Stepan would yell at them: "Don't be like a chair, go to work!" For as long as he could remember. "Second chair" is equated with "coward".The boys don't know the original meaning of the word, but they all know that they don't want to be the "second chair".Whenever they complained about being cold or hungry, Uncle Stepan would yell at them to learn how to be real men and not "second chairs."In Uncle Stepan's eyes. "Second chair" is the opposite of "true man", and the boys never questioned their uncle's authority and knowledge.

When Vlad was 11 years old. The term "two chairs" has taken on a new meaning.

A family moved into the village from other places, which was the first time ever.They were from Moscow, and one of them was a boy a few years older than Vlad.His name was Philip, and he was not like any boy Vlad had ever known: he was smooth-skinned, with fawn eyes, and he couldn't do any farm work, or at all.But Vlad just couldn't despise him.He is nice, has a beautiful smile, and is good at telling jokes.Vlad is always involuntarily looking for him everywhere.So one day he found Philip kissing another boy in the village, Sergey.Vlad was dumbfounded.He has lived in this backwater village all his life, and he never knew that boys can also kiss.He couldn't figure it out, so he asked his uncle.

There was an uproar in the village.

Vlad got beaten up for asking "such a weird stupid question".The Philips moved hastily that night.Sergey, the boy who kissed Philip, was beaten to death by his biological father.

"Those two chairs deserved what they deserved," said Uncle Stepan without a trace of compassion. "A bunch of damn things, no fun. They should be circled and kept away from normal people."

Vlad's brother echoed in a low voice. Vlad, 11, said nothing. He sat there trying not to vomit.Did he kill Sergei?Because he told his uncle what he saw?He knew Sergey, the boy was strong and capable, attractive, and he didn't look like a pussy, and he didn't deserve to die.Did he get spoiled by Philip? "Second chair" really contagious?

"Don't be too guilty, child," said Uncle Stepan roughly, patting his head. "Those perverts are nothing like you and your brother. They are a disgrace to men. They are like rabid dogs. They should all be caught and killed, so that they can no longer spread dirty disease."

More than 20 years later, Vlad just fucked a man's mouth.When he walked out of the hotel, he thought of his uncle's words again, and almost felt sick.No, he was no longer that short-sighted 11-year-old boy.He knows that homosexuality is not really a disease.Years after Uncle Stepan died, Vlad had long understood that his hatred of homosexuals was too strong.However, childhood influences are always deeply rooted.

He is not a second chair, he is a normal person.

What happened in the hotel just now was just an accident, there will never be a second time.

no way.

[1] They are all words used to humiliate gay men in Russian. Except for goluboy, the other three are literally translated as "sodomy", and the original meaning of goluboy is "pink blue".