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It was one of those nights where Davide felt like doing nothing. His parents had long gone to sleep and he was just laying in bed, looking at the ceiling completely bored out of his mind. His cell phone next to his head buzzed and with a sigh Davide rolled around and unlocked it.
Are you coming to the park ?? Giacomo has weed.
With a sigh Davide stretched himself and grabbed a clean shirt out of his wardrobe. There were shirts and socks and jeans laying all over the carpet but Davide had never bothered to clean any of that up.
It was about time because he nearly tripped over his own jeans and with a growl he grabbed everything, forming it into a ball and carried it downstairs to stuff it in a laundry basket. His phone was still sitting on his pillow and Davide stashed it in the depth of his torn jeans, with his keys and wallet and passed by the kitchen.
A noise made him halt and he turned his head, pushing the door open carefully. He didn´t want to risk it being his parents and them throwing a fit over him leaving the house in the middle of the night. Again.
Matteo, the new dishwasher his parents had hired a few months ago after the old one had resigned most probably because they couldn´t handle Davide´s mother and her antics, was about Davide´s age. Maybe a little bit younger. It was nearly midnight and Davide rolled his eyes. The guy was scrubbing the sink clean.
Shaking his head, Davide disappeared out of the front door and into the night. The park he would meet up with equally rich guys from the neighborhood was not far. All of them weren´t exactly friends. But they knew each other from private school and most of their parents knew each other too.
It was like the elite families of Milan had come together apart from the great Maldini. Davide had heard that the only heir of the family, Daniel had run away.
No one really paid attention to him when he plopped down on the wooden bench. Everyone was busy smoking and drinking and Davide asked himself why he was even here.
A bottle of vodka was passed around to all of them, Davide making a face at having to drink out of a bottle where multiple people had drunk from it was just so unhygienic. If he went with that logic then kissing different people and sleeping with them almost every night was unhygienic too. Still Davide hadn't kissed like 10 different people after another.
They were crazy rich and they could have totally rented a house and just chilled there but for some reason his friends liked to go to the nearby park, huddled around a trash can and a bench like rats around a piece of cheese to smoke weed.
It was past midnight and the sky was dark. Davide hoped it wouldn't be raining or else he'd be soaked in his thin shirt. A joint was held in front of his face as if it was a lure on a hook and Davide was the fish. Rolling his eyes, Davide snatched it from the blond girl's fingers.
Lighting the joint, Davide puffed the smoke out into the air. At least it wasn't the cheap stuff. Giacomo knew a drug dealer and bought weed from him all the time. That shit was expensive but good and Davide felt the muscles in his shoulders relax. He plopped down next to the blond girl on the bench.
A crow screamed in the distance.
If someone would see them standing around a trashcan like that they would think all of them were homeless people.
Most of them would drink some before coming to the meeting point. Some of the guys were already tipsy and slurring. To be honest Davide didn't even really like the taste of vodka but it was something to pass the time. His parents would throw a fit if he came home reeking of alcohol again.
"Soooo", the guy next to him slurred into his ear while slinging an arm around Davide's shoulders which Davide immediately pulled away. He hated being touched.
"What about the little village boy that works for your parents ?? Have you fucked him already ?? I bet he never had sex."
Davide remained silent. Yeah he liked sex and he probably had fucked like half of Milan at this point just to let off some steam and honestly it wasn't a secret.
"Oh don't tell me the great Davide Calabria hasn't slept with his parents dishwasher. You complained about him the other time", Giacomo said while waving the joint in front of Davide's face.
"Let's make a bet", Giacomo suggested a toothy grin appearing on his face and Davide rose an eyebrow semi interested.
"Depends on what we are betting", Davide shrugged while leaning back against the bench.
"Money of course. Or let's say if you win the bet you can choose what you want. If you lose I'll get money from you."
Everyone in the group knew that Giacomo was struggling a bit for money since his parents had decided to freeze his card for a few months after he crashed his father's expensive car due to being high. No money no drugs.
"Deal", Davide said confidently. He knew it would involve fucking someone and Davide could do that. He'd win the bet with ease.
"Cocky are we ??", Giacomo grinned, "You really think you already won. Can't fault you when you are the one whoring yourself. You are such a hoe Calabria really. But ok since you already accepted, the bet involves that little dishwasher of yours."
A frown appeared on Davide's face.
"What about him ??", he asked uninterested.
"I bet you can't get him into bed. Virgins are always the best to fuck anyway but also the hardest. That guy is probably so prude he will not let you touch him", Giacomo threw his head back and laughed confidently.
It would be a challenge Davide was not going to lie to himself but he liked challenges and he really didn't want to lose money to this guy also his ego was way too big to refuse.
"Fine. Deal. Give me a time frame."
Giacomo put his finger under his chin and pretended to think.
"I'll be nice and give you a month. Or you know what I don't even want a time frame. Just proof. I want a photograph of you naked in bed with him. Freshly fucked of course."
Davide extended his hand towards his friend and the other shook it.
Since Matteo had started working for them a few months ago, Davide had ignored him completely. The guy was in the kitchen washing dishes every day. He had seen him a few times when he had gone to grab a bottle of water but that had been it. They had never interacted with each other.
This was a challenge indeed. Usually Davide was not the one to ask for sex. The girls and guys just threw themselves at him and demanded it and Davide was happy to comply if he was honest.
They continued to chat about nothing for a while until Davide got tired. The wind had gotten colder and he was only dressed in a thin shirt. Stepping on the joint, he got up and stretched himself. A few of their group had already left. Glancing at his expensive watch the numbers read 2:34am.
It was time to go home.
Not bothering to bid any of the others farewell, Davide made his way home his hands stuffed in his pockets. A small rock was kicked in front of him from time to time.
The house was dark when Davide unlocked the door. His mother would probably throw a fit when she would see him in the morning. They had multiple bathrooms and Davide took a quick shower, water droplets dropping on the rug because Davide didn't bother to dry his hair. In boxer shorts he made his way to his bedroom.
The bet should be easy.
Even though they had never talked personally Davide had seen Matteo look at him when he thought Davide wasn't looking. He had even seen the blush creeping on his cheeks sometimes. Davide couldn't fault him for being interested in him. The whole city was interested in him as if he was a prize to be won. People would tell their friends that they had slept with the great Davide Calabria.
Crawling into bed, Davide sighed into the pillow. His head was pounding but he was too lazy to go downstairs to the kitchen again to grab some water. He'd do that tomorrow and watch out for Matteo's reaction. Davide had only ever seen him in the kitchen. He had no idea where the guy slept or ate but Davide didn't care anyway.
The bet in his mind Davide fell asleep. He wouldn't let Giacomo win this. Davide didn't even know why he was friends with that guy maybe because he was the only one that provided them with weed.
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Matteo woke up early. Earlier than everyone in the house. He crawled out of the small room which was more of a hole than a room and stretched himself. He felt as if he was Harry Potter living at the Dursleys and had the cupboard under the stairs. At least he had a bed to sleep in and Matteo would never complain. He really needed the money.
The mistress of the house always wanted her dishes clean every day. Matteo had lost count of how many plates she had. The sun hadn't risen when Matteo made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. At least he was paid better here than working at a store. The money had been the motivation to start working at the Calabria's.
Every morning Matteo would begin with washing the sink before grabbing a few clean plates out of the cupboard before filling the sink with clean water. The mistress had advised him that the plates were in the family for generations and that he should be careful. She had also warned him that she counted all the plates every night before going to bed.
Matteo would lie if he said that he wasn't a bit scared to break one of these plates. He would be fired on the spot. He sighed gently at the warm water on his skin. Maybe today he would see the family's son again.
Matteo felt embarrassed to even admit that he had a crush on the guy. He had tried to look at him discreetly, the tattoo on his arm looked very nice and his locks… He looked like Michelangelo had sculpted him, it was only fitting that his name was Davide.
Shaking his head, Matteo focused on the plates. A little village boy like him stood no chance to the heir of a family. At least he could watch a little bit. This was the only thing he had.
The hours passed with no particular incident before Davide opened the door to the kitchen. Matteo lowered his head and scrubbed the plate faster, a blush spreading on his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eyes he had seen that Davide was only dressed in boxer shorts.
Don't stare, don't stare at him, Matteo told himself.
Davide opened the fridge door and bend down, half of his body disappearing inside of the fridge. Matteo allowed himself to glance at him for a second. He could feel his cheeks heat up as he stared at Davide's ass, his dark blue boxer shorts looking amazing on his body.
Suddenly the door was opened again as Davide closed the fridge door.
"Where were you last night ??", Davide's mother demanded to know, she sounded annoyed.
Matteo lowered his head and scrubbed the plates faster. Both Davide and his mother ignoring his whole existence.
"Out, mother", Davide replied taking a sip from the water bottle.
"Out", his mother scoffed, "You mean you went to prostitute yourself again."
Davide rolled his eyes at the remark.
"Not last night mother but I might do it tonight if you keep that up. Also I don't get paid I do it because it's fun. Those are two different things."
"Your father needs to talk to you about this. You are a Calabria and you should behave like one."
"And you", Mrs. Calabria said when she turned around to address Matteo, "Are the plates for breakfast clean ??"
Matteo nodded and pointed at the pile of plates.
Mrs. Calabria left the kitchen with a huff, slamming the door shut and making the plates on the sink shake slightly.
Matteo let out a small sigh. Davide was still in the room. Out of the corner of his eyes Matteo saw him roll his eyes before he took a sip from the cold water. A water droplet fell on his naked chest, sliding down his body slowly and Matteo choked on his own spit.
That little moment didn't go unnoticed by Davide who smirked to himself. Maybe this would be easier than anticipated.
It would be easy to push Matteo against the sink and claim his lips in a bruising kiss. The other was clearly interested in him and Davide didn't fault him. No one had ever said no to him.
Seducing a little village boy that was interested in him would be an easy task for Davide.
Matteo had turned his back towards him and Davide didn't even try to hide the fact that he was checking him out. He'd let Matteo flail like a fish on the hook before making a move.
Matteo could feel Davide's eyes burning themselves into the back of his head. He shivered. Davide was out of his league. He was handsome and rich. He would never be interested in someone like him.
The door screeched gently and Matteo let out a sigh. His fingers were already soaked with water and he hadn't even started yet.
It would be a very long day.
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Davide scoffed when he went back to his room. His mother was annoying as ever. Obviously her and his father had never approved of Davide´s new lifestyle. It was better than being caged inside of this house.
To be honest Davide could fall into his bed again and sleep for longer.
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was 8.13. This meant he had slept less than 6 hours.
Yawning Davide rolled back into the covers again and stared at the ceiling for a while. Of course he had noticed that Matteo hadn´t been able to look away from him.
A smirk appeared on Davide´s face. All of them were the same. They were only interested in his body. Davide had gone downstairs like that on purpose. He had known that Matteo wouldn´t have been able to resist. No one had ever resisted him. No one had ever said no to him.
Davide was doing this to spite Giacomo for the most part.
It would be easy for Davide to press Matteo against the sink and kiss him but he didn´t want to spook him, for now. He´d just observe him in the next few days. The bet had been made and it was getting colder anyway, no one liked to hang out in the park when it was that cold but Giacomo had always managed to lure them out with the prospect of smoking a joint.
To say that the next days were the most boring of Davide´s life was an understatement. Giacomo having no money meant no smoking drugs for them and none of them knew where he got the drugs from.
Davide figured it was his time to watch his new prey a little bit closer. As expected he found Matteo downstairs in the kitchen, with his back turned towards Davide, scrubbing the plates. Like a cat Davide tiptoed into the room and leaned against the wall to observe Matteo. His eyes gliding over Matteo´s body who was wearing an oversized t-shirt that gave away nothing of his body.
Davide rolled his eyes as his gaze halted on Matteo´s butt. There was literally nothing to be excited about if he was honest.
He had always been used to busty girls wiggling their breasts in front of his face and guys in tight jeans and shirts highlighting their bodies. This guy was just plain boring and a workaholic it seemed.
Maybe it wouldn´t be as easy to get him into his bed as Davide had thought. First he had to get the guy to leave the kitchen somehow and then it would be easy to woo him. Matteo was totally not his type though but his crush for Davide would help. Davide would lure him in like a fish on the hook, smile at him a few times, make him a few gifts and then he´d get him into bed.
It wouldn´t be the first time nor the last time this trick worked. If it worked on rich guys and girls it would work on a poor little village boy.
Moving away from the wall Davide decided to test his theory, when he opened the fridge door to grab a can of coke, Matteo flinched visibly and turned his head a little before a blush spread across his face.
“Sorry”, Davide said with a smirk while opening the can and putting it on his lips slowly. He could see Matteo´s eyes dart to his lips before he looked at the plates again.
Davide made a step towards him and he saw how Matteo flinched, his body shaking and he nearly let the plate fall.
Matteo had turned around and looked at Davide like a puppy. His dark brown eyes starting right into his soul and Davide had frozen on the spot.
“Hey”, he heard Matteo say and Davide flinched back instinctively. It had been the first time he had heard, Matteo´s voice. Matteo had reached out to him, the towel still slung over his shoulder and one hand wet and dripping with soapy water. Making a face, Davide nearly stormed out of the kitchen.
This had not gone how he had expected. He just needed to seduce the guy, it couldn´t be that hard. Davide had done it at least a hundred times already.
But maybe he shouldn´t touch those filthy, poor people with a pole. Honestly Matteo could pass for a homeless guy. He was unshaved and his clothes were too big for him, he looked like he barely slept and Davide had seen people who had been high. He hung out with those people.
Slowly he walked towards a bench that was in one of the endless corridors of the mansion and sat down on it, his mind was replaying a memory.
Davide had been about 10 years old when his father had seen it fit to teach him about the rich and the poor.
Davide still remembered them sitting at the long mahogany table in the living room. His father at one end, his mother in the middle and Davide at the other end. It was like they were worlds apart. His father had just been cutting into his steak when he lifted his head and looked straight at Davide.
The words were still ringing in Davide´s mind as if it had been yesterday.
“Remember that if someone is poor, they are just not working hard enough. You have to earn being rich. If the poor would just work harder they wouldn´t have to complain about food or having a roof over their heads. Our family worked hard and now see where we are. One of the most powerful families in Milan.”
Davide had just nodded his head at that. He had been 10. He hadn´t really understood what his father was saying. But he had internalized it and he had started looking at other people.
Matteo was one of those “poor” people that his father had talked about and for a second Davide was disgusted, not with his father but with Matteo. Still the world needed people who did these jobs. No rich people would ever wash the dishes on their own, so Matteo was at least useful.
The bet was still in the room and for a second Davide thought about not fulfilling it but then he shook his head. He would never give Giacomo that satisfaction of winning so he had to do something about it.
Openly flirting hadn´t worked and Matteo hadn´t sent him any real signals of interest even though Davide knew that he had a crush on him. Maybe he had to go into the offensives and just start touching to get a reaction out of him.
Only later Davide would realize that he didn´t really hate poor people or was disgusted by them but rather with everything he had grown up with.
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As Davide had retreated back into his bedroom, he fell on to his back and looked at the ceiling for a long time. And then he started to feel guilty and disgusted with himself. The more he thought about the more it made sense…
His father had told him to take what he wanted. He had the money and the right to do so.
This is what Davide had tried when he had seduced a girl. He had thought that his good looks would bring him far and his money of course. They did to a certain point. When he had wanted to sleep with this girl though he hadn´t accepted a no. A Calabria didn´t accept a no.
The girl had slapped him in the face, had told him that he was a criminal for trying to force himself on her, had grabbed her purse and had left.
Davide had looked after her for a long time, not really understanding what had happened. His father had taught him to be a dick and his one night stands had taught him about consent.
After that incident, Davide had always made sure that whenever he slept with someone they were always on the same page and he would lie when he said that his good looks didn´t help with that. They definitely helped but they didn´t seem to work with Matteo.
In order to win the bet, Davide had to think about something else and his mind wandered to trying to get Matteo to be in a fake relationship with him so he could get him into bed that way, in the back of his mind Davide knew that this was even more despicable than just sleeping with Matteo.
His ego was getting in the way and his pride. He didn´t want to let Giacomo win this but he also was not feeling entirely comfortable with that thought.
He had never been in a relationship. He had never even seen a real relationship. Davide had no idea how to accomplish this.
Then his parents left for their yearly three week, wedding anniversary and Davide was left alone in the big mansion with Matteo and he knew that this was his only chance to win the bet.
He wasn´t aware that was about to happen was about to change his whole life and Matteo's.
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Matteo could feel his head spinning and he grabbed the sink for support. His head was pounding uncomfortably and goosebumps had formed on his arms. He still had a few last plates left to wash and dry and then he could finally go to bed.
Since the master and the mistress were not home, Matteo would allow himself to go to bed earlier than usual. The kitchen had gotten colder now that the summer was over. Drying his hands on the towel that was draped over his shoulder, Matteo rubbed his arms almost furiously to warm himself up.
It was the first time he was alone with Davide. Licking his cracked and dry lips, Matteo allowed himself to grab a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with ice cold water before he drank it greedily. The headache got worse though.
Then his vision started to blur and Matteo squeezed his eyes shut tightly and shook his head but nothing helped. One hand had grabbed the sink for support and the other had grabbed a plate and before he knew what was even happening, Matteo´s knees buckled.
He felt a sharp pain at the side of his head and then there was nothing.
Just darkness.
Davide had gone downstairs to grab something to drink. He knew that Matteo was in the kitchen, working. Where else would he be. He´d try to flirt with him again. A smirk appeared on his face but he wasn´t prepared for the scene that would greet him when he´d push open the kitchen door.
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Davide nearly screamed when he saw Matteo laying on the floor, a broken plate next to his head. For a second he thought that Matteo was dead and at that both his pulse sped up and his blood froze in his veins.
He nearly tripped over his own feet when he hurried to Matteo´s side to check his pulse. Yes he wanted to seduce him but that didn´t mean he wanted him to die...
A sigh leaving his lips when it did. Matteo was picked up bridal style and his head lolled on to Davide´s chest who hurried out of the kitchen and in to his own bedroom, laying Matteo on the bed carefully before he pulled out his phone from the depths of his jeans.
Not knowing what to do Davide called their house doctor and ended up pacing up and down and around the bed until the doorbell finally rang.
The doctor was practically dragged up the stairs into Davide´s room.
“And who is he ?? I have never seen him. He looks like a corpse. If this is one of your drug taking friends-“
“He works here. He works for my parents. His name is Matteo. Just please help him”, Davide was on the verge of tears as he nearly begged him to help Matteo.
The doctor nodded while Davide hid his face in his hands. He was trembling and he couldn´t get his body to stop. He didn´t understand where that sudden worry for Matteo came from. Even though he had a bet with Giacomo, most of Davide´s tries to woo Matteo had been unsuccessful mostly due to the fact that Matteo seemed to avoid him for some reason.
“This is not good”, Davide heard the doctor say and he lifted his head at that.
“What ?? What is going on ?? Is he ok ??”
Davide wanted to slap himself for asking that. Of course Matteo was not ok otherwise he wouldn´t lay in bed with a doctor checking if he was ok.
“This boy is severely starved and dehydrated. No wonder his body just couldn´t handle it anymore. It´s a miracle he is not dead.”
“What ??”, Davide whispered more to himself, horrified. He had gotten up from the couch at the other end of the room and joined the doctors side.
He swallowed hard and his heart felt like it was trying to jump out of his chest.
Matteo looked horrible. Very pale almost like a ghost or vampire. His ribs very clearly visible under his skin and his lips were cracked.
“He hit his head. He might have a concussion.” The doctor turned Matteo´s head to the side lightly, a bruise had formed on the side of his head.
“I´ll bandage that up. But he needs to be in a hospital…”
“I´ll take care of him”, Davide blurted out and the doctor looked at him skeptically then he sighed.
“Fine”, he said closing his bag, “If he throws up or feels worse call me. Immediately. Remember to give him lots of fluids both in form of water and food.”
Davide nodded and walked him to the door before closing it behind himself and sliding down on to the ground. His body still hadn´t stopped shaking. The doctor´s words were ringing in his head and he wanted to go grocery shopping but then he decided against it.
What if Matteo woke up in that time ?? It was probably unlikely but Davide didn´t want to take that risk. Another potential injury was not on Davide´s list today, one scare had been enough for the day.
Davide ended up grabbing a chair and falling asleep next to the bed. His hand holding Matteo´s.