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"You're not in our gang, right? "
The words rang in his head. He didn't dare to raise his head, not when he knew there was a gun pointed straight at his forehead.
"be careful of what you say," the other man said as he pressed the tip of the gun against his skull firmer.
"one lie will cost you your life. "
Florian gulped.
See, when he had been led on by the brunet to his very own personal chambers, this wasn't what he had in mind. He had thought he would gain at least some information, maybe have a little fun and get the hell out of there. Now he could see how much he had underestimated the boy, purely based on his fragile physique. He mentally cursed himself. This was practically the second man in charge of this whole place, Matthias Czernin, The eldest son of the boss. What made him even think he wouldn't be a threat?
Florian finally looked up at him from where his head was buried between his legs; That cold stare sent a shiver down his spine. Man, he didn't look like he would give a flying fuck about having blood spilt on his bedsheets.
"No, " there was no point in lying anymore, he had been spotted. "I'm not. " part of him was curious when and how the other had known, he had put on a convincing act if he said so himself!
Matthias hummed. His cold expression didn't falter whatsoever.
"Who sent you? " the gun never left his forehead, serving as a friendly reminder that his life was at stake.
Florian's eye was locked onto Matthias' singular one that wasn't hidden underneath an eye patch unlike the other. Cold sweat ran down his figure, He could make up something on the spot. Say a random name, make a fake story, maybe play the victim a little and cry and beg and pray that he wouldn't notice. But with a second glance at the other's face, that idea was thrown out the window. He didn't want to get shot while giving another man a blow job.
He chewed on his lower lip.
"The police. "
The man's reaction was probably the most expressive one he had seen of him yet. His eye immediately widened in shock. The little tremble in the hand holding the gun told him he was clearly taken aback. The silence which fell upon them was suffocating. The gun hadn't been removed, and Florian was still kneeling between the other's legs. He could feel his body slowly becoming sore from the unchanging -and rather uncomfortable- posture, but that was the least of his worries.
He was being observed, Matthias was staring right into his soul.
".. For what purpose? "
God. Finally. If the man didn't kill him, that silence would have; had it lingered on a bit longer.
"To gather evidence, " he tried to keep his answers short and simple, enough to satisfy him without letting out too much. "and ultimately, shut this place down and arrest the members." their main goal was the boss, Matthias' father. But he decided to keep that to himself for the sake of his life.
The man seemed pleased, or so he wanted to believe since his neutral expression showed him nothing of what was going on inside.
Matthias stared at him in silence a bit, scanning his face. Florian's heart was beating too fast. His body felt cold as if he was taking an ice bath. He had thought about using the element of surprise and snatching that gun out of his hand, he could easily overpower him physically. But the issue, his finger was already on the trigger. One wrong move from him and he would be having his dinner with God himself.
"you want to live? " no. Seriously. Was he mocking him? He swore he was mocking him.
He held the other's gaze again. He couldn't help the puzzled (and a little hurt) expression that settled on his face. What was that question? Of course, he did! He was held at gunpoint!?
A moment of silence passed.
Florian. Nodded.
The man tilted his head.
"Make it worth my time, and I'll reconsider."
Huh?
"Deal? "
Oh.
Florian didn't need to be told twice.
Without breaking the eye contact, he pushed himself back a little to position his head right above the other's tip. His hands gently grabbed his thighs to spread them a bit wider. And as he watched Matthias watching his every move, he parted his lips to let his tongue give the tip a teasingly slow lick. Starting from the head, and dragging it down the other's length. The slight tremble he gave him was enough to tell him what he was doing was definitely working. However, his hopes were soon crushed as the other didn't show any other kind of reaction other than that whatsoever.
He licked his way back up at the same low pace. He stopped a few times along the way to give him some soft ghostly touches of his lips resembling a kiss or to nibble gently on the shaft.
Nothing.
He didn't know how the other could remain so static during something like this. The only reaction he was giving him was involuntary trembles, that if they weren't, well, involuntary, he was certain he wouldn't even get those. Matthias kept watching him with that expressionless face. It was getting on his nerves, honestly.
He had to do something.
He stopped atop of the head, looking up at Matthias again; before suddenly dropping his head down and taking him all the way in. His nose almost touched the skin of his base. He could feel the tip hitting the back of his throat. He mentally noted not to do that again, it wasn't exactly the best feeling.
But the long soft sigh Matthias let out was oh-so worth it.
Music to his ears.
Now.. If everything went well, He could get the chance to save himself from this. He only had to be patient and make sure the other was pleased. And distracted.
He slowly pulled his head back up, delicately tracing each and every vain with his tongue as he did so. He had one hand caressing his inner thigh, and the other rubbing the shaft when his mouth was busy giving all the attention to his sensitive tip. He gave a quick lick over the slit, and Matthias shuddered. He took it as a positive sign and did it again. This time, along with the shudder, another soft sigh escaped through the other's parted lips. And Florian had to gulp down a chuckle. Was one deepthroating all it required to break that stoic facade? This was too easy.
As he was about to give another teasing lick to the same abused spot, he felt a hand at the back of his head, and before he could react his head was pressed down and the man's dick was shoved down his throat. He felt his eye tear up a little at the sudden force.
The action took him by surprise, but a look at the other was enough to help him figure out the cause. Boy, he looked one mere step away from collapsing. Eye half-lidded, his body shivering ever so slightly, sweat dripping down his scarred skin and those laboured breaths.
Damn.
He himself was getting worked up too.
He had to mentally slap himself to stay focused.
The hand gripping his hair pulled him upwards, a little bit too harshly. He almost hissed. He was met with a glare, he thought he deserved it for staring.
Florian wasted no time falling into a rhythm. Picking up the pace, he bobbed his head up and down in quick motions and occasionally slowed down just to drag his tongue over the top. At some point, the other man had fallen back onto the bed, lying on his back and buckling up into Florian's cavity from time to time. If his soft gasps and pants weren't evident enough, his arched back certainly was. He was close. Florian observed him, his eye was barely open now. He'd noticed how his hold on the gun had weakened. He placed both hands on Matthias' hips. His thumbs traced V of the other's hips as His head lowered one last time, and he felt warmth hit the back of his throat. He had to hold back a victorious smile from forming on his face as the other came down his throat.
He silently glanced at Matthias. His head was thrown back, and his eye was shut tight. The gun had slipped out his hand and fallen right next to his lower waist on the bed.
Now was his chance.
Without wasting another second, He swiftly grabbed the gun and dragged himself up in a quick motion, holding it right in the middle of Matthias's forehead.
Matthias, however, gave zero to little reaction to that. He kept lying down unmovingly, only his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. He didn't even open his eye.
Florian was confused.
He knew his mouth was good, but was it that good?
He should have used the opportunity. Should have pulled the trigger right then and there and left like nothing happened. But he hesitated. Why was he hesitating?
"there's a slim chance of survival if you shoot me in the head, " Florian snapped back into reality. Both Matthias' hands were placed on his own, and he pushed it down to be right above the left side of his chest.
.. He didn't try to take the gun?
"aim at the heart, without it the brain will stop functioning too." His hands pushed Florian's down to press the gun against his chest.
"without the brain, death is inevitable. "
Now what the hell.
What kind of response was that to being held at gunpoint?
To say Florian was confused is an underestimation. He was bewildered. Baffled. Perplexed. This man didn't even move away. Didn't even bat an eye. Damn, his eye was still shut. His breathing was just as calm as if he were asleep.
Was he trying to play it cool?
He honestly doubted it. There are natural bodily responses to fear, and he didn't seem to be showing any.
Did he not fear death?
"Do you have a death wish? "
Why did he care? This wasn't his job.
But he did, for some reasons he didn't know.
Matthias chuckled.
"if you don't, someone else will." The calm tone, the monotone voice, What the hell was wrong with this guy? Did he not realise what he was talking about?
"that includes myself. "
oh.
Oh, so he did have a death wish.
As much as he wished he didn't care, He just, couldn't.
Matthias sounded so unphased saying those words. Something didn't feel right. You would take someone like him as a spoiled rich kid who would very much not want to die, right? His dad was the boss of this whole place after all.
Then why did he seem as if he didn't mind dying right then and there, and quite the opposite, even embraced it?
God damn it, he was an undercover agent, not a heartless murderer.
He let out a frustrated groan.
He snatched his hand away and threw the gun somewhere on the floor, the sound of its impact echoed through the room.
Matthias jolted at the sudden movement as his eye snapped open.
Looking back and forth at the gun on the floor and Florian, now it was his turn to be confused.
"what are you doing? "
He had just given him the perfect chance to eliminate one of the said members. One of the most important ones too. Then why was he throwing it away like that? Every cell in his body began to scream danger. What else could he possibly want?
He could think of one thing, and it terrified him.
Florian stared at him.
Uncharastically of him, probably because he got reminded he was still holding cum in his mouth as he tried to speak.
He quickly gulped it down without a second thought.
Matthias flinched. In disgust.
"Help me. "
Huh?
"Help me with my mission." seeing Matthias's expression turn even more confused, he added.
There was a moment of silence during which Florian began to regret not thinking twice before opening his mouth. Matthias was looking him up and down like he was a madman. Which he probably was.
But some part of him felt like he could trust Matthias. Being the eldest son and his father's right hand, He could be of great help.
Or a grave mistake, if he decided to turn on him.
Seriously, He had to work on his morals getting in the way of his job.
Matthias, however, seemed as if he was actually considering the offer. Well, at least it was nowhere near what he thought it'd be...
".. What do I get out of it? " Florian blinked.
And blinked again. He had nothing to offer that Matthias didn't already have.
Money? He had more of it than what Florian could ever dream of.
His life? He clearly had a death wish, that wouldn't work.
And an idea suddenly sparked in his head.
"Isn't getting out of here enough reward already? "
Matthias raised an eyebrow. Florian chuckled.
"C'mon, I can tell you don't exactly like it here. You wouldn't be so willing to die if that wasn't the case. " he wasn't dumb. He could put two and two together. And by how willingly he had let a stranger, whom he was suspicious of, into his bed and how he talked earlier, he could tell something was off. Even though He couldn't quite put a finger on it yet.
Matthias rolled his eye in response.
"This place is my home, " the word home sounded more forced than he had intended.
"Nothing is waiting for me out there. "
"I will be, "
That response was so immediate it caught him off guard. He stared at the blonde in shock and confusion. Florian grinned. Nailed it.
"I'll be waiting for you, I'll make sure you get away with everything." Florian smiled. "I know you really could use a "friend" right now. I'll be that for the time being," he added.
See, At first, he was puzzled as to why someone with Matthias' status would let a nobody like him into his chambers. But now it made sense. It wasn't only because he was suspicious of him, he wouldn't have hesitated to shoot him if that was it, but rather because he was desperate. For what, he wasn't quite sure yet, but all it had taken to get him to invite him into his bed was a little bit of attention and respect. He had noticed during his observations from afar how everyone else seemed to look down on him, he couldn't tell why, but no one treated him as the second man in charge, which he had assumed he was.
It gave Florian the brilliant idea that by treating him differently, he would get his attention.
A little manipulative, but that was part of his job. And it was working, it seemed.
Matthias knew he was lying through his teeth, He wasn't naive enough to actually believe those words. But the promise, even if an empty one, made his heart skip a couple of beats, a warm feeling he had grown unfamiliar with. A friend? That man didn't even know him. He knew he was trying to get into his head, he knew he was abusing the state of mind he was in.
He knew he could just turn him in and maybe his father would finally be satisfied with him. Maybe he would finally see him as his son again, maybe they could be the loving family they once were again.
Nah, he didn't want that anymore. He had given up on that years ago.
It was probably due to the alcohol in his system, but A voice in his head told him to hell with it. He didn't care about this place anyway, and life was already the worst it could be. At least he could be useful to someone for once in his life.
He eventually sighed. ".. Alright, " Florian's eye lit up at that.
Matthias watched the smile that grew wider on that face with his answer.
"On one condition, "
Florian's smile dropped almost instantly and he looked at the brunet confused. Matthias watched him for a moment, he couldn't help but chuckle at that reaction, He looked like a puppy.
".. Finish the job you came in here for tonight. "
Florin's smile reappeared right away. He huffed in amusement as he immediately got back to work, settling back down between the brunete's legs. he didn't need to be told twice.
"of course. "