by Renard, Loki
“Lay still, and let me sleep.”
“You don’t deserve sleep.”
Angelo opened one eye at Bobby, who was laying next to him, his head propped up on one arm, looking at him with a rebellious expression. He was beautiful in the low light of the room, those deep dark eyes holding so much barely repressed feral instinct in their gaze.
Would Antonio have liked Bobby? Probably not. Bobby was one of the most vicious and unlikeable little brutes Angelo had ever come across. His repeated murder attempts would have upset Antonio greatly. Then again, Antonio probably wouldn’t like who Angelo had turned into either.
“Boy,” Angelo growled. “I will take my belt to your ass if you keep it up.”
“Yeah? So? That would be the least painful thing that happened to me today.”
The corners of Angelo’s lips turned up into a smile. He was being baited by the boy, who could not get enough pleasure, or enough pain. Bobby may never know it, but he was the bright light at the end of a very long tunnel, and in claiming him, Angelo had found something he never expected to find twice in the same lifetime: love.
THE END
