"Get in the damn truck."
"You better get your nasty hands off from me."
Dante was taken aback by the rage in Nate's tone. Nate was attempting to stop Dante from pushing him on the backseats but failing ridiculously when one of his members helped shove him inside. The door slammed shut and when Nate tried prying it open, he realized child's lock was on and he was stuck inside. Dante got in from the other side, closing the door and sitting as far away as Nate as possible. He wasn't in any mood for any of his desires but felt much more comfortable that Nate was with him instead of with a random stranger that was begging him to stay connected, which should have been a red flag from the jump.
His friends and himself had been wandering around downtown, jumping from bar to bar until they entered Locco's, all of them already drunk by the time they reached it. The moment Dante stepped inside and saw Nate's face smudged against another guy, he looked the other way since he felt his stomach begin to twirl. But the feeling never left, enhanced even when he saw that stranger leaning his head on Nate's shoulder, both of them almost cuddled at the corner of the bar counter.
He tried to ignore it, he really did, but not when he heard Nate ask for to kiss him. It irked him way too much that it was instinctive to pull him away from that man. But he didn't expect Nate to reach this way, as if it was the worst possible thing he could have ever done.
Raphael was the driver, starting the motor and lighting the end of a cigarette before he drifted off onto the road. They had no idea where they were headed, and it wasn't helping that Nate was pouting, his arms folded over his chest as he pressed himself against the door, as far away from Dante as possible.
There were a few minutes of silence, until Dante's drunken mind could not withstand this animosity, as if he was suddenly a terrible guy for pulling him away from that stranger. "He could have been a murderer for all you know."
Nate's eyebrows raised incredulously, widening his eyes in shock that those words would even leave his mouth. "You're a fucking murderer."
Dante rolled his eyes. "But I would never hurt you."
"You threatened to kill me and my aunt!"
"Why are you being so difficult right now?" Dante snapped, furrowing his brows. "I told you I'd come get you whenever I needed pleasure."
Nate's jaw stiffened. "You don't need pleasure, you were just jealous."
That made Dante chuckle, shaking his head. "Stop getting ahead of yourself; why the fuck would I be j—"
"You're jealous," Nate spat, facing him and seeing the grey irises glaring back at him. Oddly enough, the only thing he did was glare back. "And that's that."
Dante exhaled a sharp threatening breath. "You better stop fucking saying that."
Raphael had never seen anyone speak to Dante this way and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the rear view mirror, seeing their frowning faces glaring at one another, almost feeling the adrenaline as they battled with words. He was fully indulged in this argument that he had been continuing in a straight direction on a road he had no idea where it lead to; he wasn't even paying attention to his route.
Nate leaned in towards Dante's face, his shoulders broadening as well. "Or what?" he retorted challengingly, wanting to see what Dante would possibly do. "What are you going to do to me, huh?!"
"We can take this outside if you really want to see how I'll—"
"Neither of you are exiting this vehicle," Raphael spoke sternly, staring at the both of them before returning his eyes partially on the road for merely a second.
That made Nate lean back onto the seat. "Admit you were jealous!"
"I wasn't jealous at all!" Dante hissed, folding his arms. "It bothered me that you were making out with him like that, that's all."
Nate furrowed his brows. "And why the fuck would that bother you—?"
"Because you haven't even kissed me yet," Dante admitted coldly through a shout, his teeth gritting for a second during his pause. He was too embarrassed to face Nate, turning his head elsewhere as the shame overwhelmed him. "But you can kiss any stranger that way?"
Nate had been taken aback, unsure if this was Dante's real perspective or maybe they were both way too drunk to realize what they were truly revealing. Or maybe he was too drunk that he couldn't realize what he really wanted.
It took a few seconds for Nate to respond, "I asked if you wanted to be touched and you said no—"
"Because I don't," he snapped back angrily, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the passing trees, the darkness dimming their colours.
Nate shook his head after a scoff, folding his arms over his chest and puckering his lips. He didn't answer right away, which Raphael couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the amount of wrinkles across his face from the grimace he was making. It was clear that Nate had no idea what to even say and the further he thought about it in his mind, the angrier he grew. First, he can't even spend a regular time at the bar with a nice gentleman because this mafia assassin whatever lunatic wouldn't skip a beat to pull him away for a reason that didn't make any sense. Then he couldn't even say no or else it was grounds to murder his aunt and have him killed.
This was why Nate did what he did; he combusted in fire. Even Raphael was shocked, noticing he swerved in the other lane when he heard a clash. Nate had swung his fist across the seats and slammed it against the side of Dante's face, propelling him towards the door where he slammed his body against it.
Before Dante could react, another punch was headed towards his nose and he shifted his head to the side, dodging the punch at the last second.
"What the—"
"That's what you get for ruining my life!" Nate shouted, preparing himself to throw another punch. However, before he could land one, Dante threw one of his own, landing directly at the edge of Nate's lips and causing him to be throw backwards as well.
Dante reached forward and tightly gripped Nate's collar, Nate at the same time trying to push him away. The scuffle was growing intense, each of them doing what they could to throw their best blows and Raphael was attempting to find the nearest parking lot to stop and defuse the fight.
"Guys, stop it! You'll literally make me crash!" he screamed from the front.
Both Dante and Nate ignored him.
"I swear if you don't stop, I will kill you with my bare hands right now," Dante threatened during the scuffle, both of them breathing heavily.
Nate attempted to slam his knuckles against Dante's cheek but failed, missing drastically as Dante shoved him against the door. "Then do it!" he bellowed, trying to hit him again. "I don't care!"
"Fine then!" Dante's fingers reached around Nate's neck, slamming him again against the door and watching as Nate began heaving, feeling his air not returning into his lungs. The remaining air was slowly being used but he didn't want to show that he was suffocating, digging his nails against Dante's forearm that was locking him.
"Dante, let him go!" Raphael shouted, reaching backwards but cursing under his breath since he had to focus on the road, still finding nowhere to park and definitely not parking on the side of the road; he had no idea who could be tailing them at his hour. "You guys, stop it!"
Nate continued to throw punches and missing, his arms growing heavier by the second that even his vision slowly began to blur. But he wasn't going to give up easily, he wouldn't let himself die like this.
However, his will for survival wasn't fully tested since one second, his oxygen was exhausting, the next, it was being replenished but not by air but by Dante's. He felt Dante's fingers loosen, instead lingering forward to grip the back of his neck, pulling him tighter against him. Their lips had locked, Nate confused at first but feeling a sudden ecstasy that had overwhelmed his senses; all he wanted was more of this feeling, reaching forward to Dante's chest and gripping his shirt to pull him even closer.
Raphael glanced at the rear view mirror and raised his eyebrows. "O-O...Okay then..."
Dante was the dominant one, reaching for Nate's wrists and planting them against the window behind him. Both their breaths were hot and heavy, Nate unable to stop a moan from escaping his lips when he felt Dante's lips trail along the edge of his jaw, lowering to his skin and squeezing his teeth against his delicate skin, this lips sucking in as hard as he could, wanting to evoke slight pain but pleasure.
He adorned hearing Nate's moans, wanting more of them as he leaned backwards and pulled Nate's with him, planting Nate's back onto the seat and climbing over him. Before he could continue his remedy, he reached for the hem of his black shirt, pulling it over his shoulder and throwing it into the trunk. Nate gulped when he saw the chain dangling around Dante's neck, a sight that made all his organs feel as if they were melting into one another.
Before he could photograph this moment into his memories, Dante pressed their lips together, reaching for the bottom of Nate's turtleneck and pulling it over his head, instantly clamping Nate's hands back down against the seat after it was released. Nate's mind felt as if it was wreaking havoc, all of the feelings, the touches, the warmth—he was unable to focus on one thing. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, the mere breathing of Dante beside his ear making him feel as if he was arriving to his peak.
Dante finally reached the buckle of Nate's pants, tearing it apart and pulling back only for Nate to kick them off. That second of distance made him feel cold, and when Nate was done, he was eager to reconnect their skin, letting their flesh melt against one another, as if two puzzle pieces that found one another.
"Fuck..." Nate moaned in a whisper, feeling Dante's tongue glide further along his stomach to his belly button, finally reaching the top of his boxers.
Before Dante could pull them down, playing with the waistband, he looked upwards, meeting the quivering eyes of Nate. He tilted his head, a coy smirk twirling his lip before he breathed, "Tell me you want me."
"Oh my..." Raphael gasped, finally having found a parking spot and pushing open his car door to leave before he could hear anymore. "I'll be back later," he said under his breath, knowing neither of them paid attention. He had to look away when the windows became foggy.
Nate bit his bottom lip, moaning lustfully. "I want you so bad."
Dante licked the side of his lip. "Say my name."
"Dante," Nate said breathlessly, hearing a long groan from Dante as he began pulling down the waistband.
He heard Dante grunt as he said, "Say it again."
"Fuck...Dante..."
Dante did inexplicable things to him, Nate even placing a palm over his lips as he watched Dante make his body tremble. It wasn't long until he reached his peak, one of the strongest he ever felt. However, when he thought it was done, he realized Dante had finally removed his own undergarments, throwing them onto the floor and climbing on top of him.
Dante leaned over him for a second, his chain dangling near Nate's chest as his face began to contort. The pressure Nate felt around his man part made him realize what was going on, Dante exhaling when he felt it all the way in.
It was Dante that started to move, initially going slow but eventually gaining some speed, making his own eyes roll to the back of his head as he continued his rhythm. His dominance surprised Nate but he loved the feeling through his bones, feeling as if his soul was floating amongst clouds, each of Dante's moans and grunts a lullaby that harmonized with his heartbeat.
It wasn't only the sensations but also the sight of Dante's entire body flexing with every of his motions, slowing down then quickening his pace, rising up and down then circulating his movement or even pulling away for a second before returning it onto Nate with increased pressure and force. Everything, the resonating sound of their bodies collapsing onto one another, their heavy breaths and even the way their skin felt against the leather seats, made Nate's hormones run like wildfires, spreading across each of his nerves and organs, making him want...no...beg for more.
It wasn't long until they both felt their peaks blossom, Dante falling forward onto Nate, their chest colliding as they were both out-of-breath. Their sweaty skins were creating a mesh, neither of them wanting to distance themselves, Nate instinctively placing a palm on Dante's back, as if holding him for dear life—he wanted this moment to last for as long as it could.
It was a night both their drunken minds would never be able to forget. This wasn't a one night stand or a lustful intimacy, they both had felt it—they had made love.