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Three Simple Rules
The building that Felinus pulled up to was a skyscraper without a sign that Issac could see. At first, he was confused and thought he had been taken to an office of some sort. Two gangsters dressed as doormen stepped out of the building as Felinus put the car into park. Both approached as Felinus got out without turning the car off and popped the trunk.
Issac quickly followed, pulling the leather jacket tight around him.
“Good evening, Mr. Drago,” one man with a concealed pistol on his side said, nodding to Felinus and giving Issac a friendly if curious smile as he walked around to the front of the car.
“Fine evening, isn’t it, sir,” the second man with a knife on his belt said, pulling Issac’s backpack out of the trunk and closing it.
“It is,” Felinus agreed, putting a hand on Issac’s waist to push him towards the door as the first man got in the driver’s seat. “I’ll take that, Mr. Fabbri,” he added as the second man held the door that simply said “Apartments, No Solicitors” in small gold lettering. “Have my purchases arrived?”
“Yes, Mr. Drago,” Mr. Fabbri said, setting the bag strap in Felinus’s hand. “Mr. Drago and Mr. Smith have already taken them up with the groceries.”
“Good, thank you,” Felinus said, putting the bag on one shoulder as he directed Issac towards an elevator that opened immediately when he passed a navy blue card in front of a black box.
“Do they always meet you at the car,” Issac asked quietly as the door shut, seeing Fabbri return to a desk.
“If I’m driving myself, yes,” Felinus said, setting the bag on the ground and scanning the card again. “They usually don’t bother if someone else is driving unless they think something is wrong.” He handed Issac the card. “This is yours. You shouldn’t need it but I don’t want you getting stuck on the twenty-ninth floor if you try to go get yourself a coffee or something.”
“Oh,” Issac said, frowning at the buttons as the elevator started to move. There were thirty. “Whose apartment… is this?” He almost asked “was” but from what he had seen of Felinus he didn’t strike him as the type to kick someone out with twelve hours’ notice to move an “investment” in.
“It’s mine,” Felinus said, turning to face him. “And now yours at least until the new year. Speaking of,” he lifted Issac off the ground by his thighs and set him on the railing of the elevator.
Issac gasped and put his arms immediately around Felinus’s neck as the heat from Felinus’s legs pressed between his. They had used a similar position last night and even as sore and tired as he was, Issac felt the same thrill and desire building in his stomach as he stared into those dangerous hazel eyes.
“-there are three simple ground rules that I need to mention about you living here,” Felinus said, his fingers tight on Issac’s thighs as he pressed into him.
“Okay,” Issac breathed, trying very hard to think of Professor Young’s lectures so he didn’t start humping the Italian right there in the elevator. The man had been pushing Issac’s buttons all night and he only had so much restraint.
“Rule one: no one knows where you live or about this place,” Felinus said, his mouth hovering just above Issac’s. “Not its address, not its general location, nothing. I can’t imagine that will be hard for you since you’ve been lying all this time about having an address.”
“Right,” Issac agreed, desperately wanting to close that gap but not wanting to give the Italian the satisfaction. So far, the most Issac had done was continue contact. He wasn’t going to break his streak of making Felinus initiate contact now, no matter how many times he almost pulled the arms back around him when Felinus had let go even for a second.
“Rule two: anything you hear or see in this building, in my car, or in our company, no you didn’t,” Felinus continued, his fingers kneading at Issac’s thighs and sending jolts of pleasure into his spine. “Something else I doubt you’ll have an issue with since that was the first thing you said to me.”
Issac swallowed as his toes curled inside of his new sneakers and nodded. He couldn’t remember what Young even sounded like.
“Rule three,” Felinus breathed, lowering his face to Issac’s ear and sending more shivers into him as he felt those lips brush against his ear lobe, “you don’t do anything like this with anyone else. I don’t share and I will kill anyone who tries to touch you.”
Mist, Issac swore silently, still trying to keep himself under control. At least he knew he didn’t have to worry about sex trafficking. “I have no intention of being shared,” he said, breathier than he wanted to be but at least steady. “If someone tried… I’d hand you the knife.”
Felinus chuckled in his ear, the sound dark and bloodthirsty but no less sexy and sending a rise in the front of Issac’s pants. Something had to be particularly wrong with the way Issac was wired to find that attractive. “Very good, baby boy,” he said, kissing Issac’s neck just below his ear. “Very good, indeed.”
The elevator slowed and Felinus set him back on the ground. Issac had to grip the railing to keep himself from going down on his knees. Looking up at the floors, he frowned as it slid past thirty to thirty-one.
“There’s only thirty,” he said, looking from the display to the buttons.
“My home is special,” Felinus said, picking up the bag again and putting his hand into Issac’s back pocket as the doors slid open.
The first impression Issac had of the space was a wall of windows looking over the city below and someone yelling in Italian over a sports announcer. As they stepped in, Issac looked towards the sound to see two men standing in front of the biggest TV he had ever seen in his life. One of them was yelling and throwing his hands around at the soccer game on the screen. The other stood perfectly still with his arms crossed, though Issac saw his fingers tighten as the team continued to pass the ball with narrow misses from the opposing team.
Turning his head, he saw a tall Asian man at a long table with his back to the game in front of two computers and a phone. He had a massive pair of headphones over his ears with a mic turned to the sky. Issac recognized the blue computer and phone case as what Felinus had just bought, with the new backpack at the end of the long dining table.
A bit more of a turn and he saw a galley kitchen where a fourth man was closing the fridge as he looked around. He nodded to them as he picked up the remote and pointed it at the screen.
The room went dark and silent for a moment before overhead lights turned on and the Italian man shouted, the second one joining him, to Issac’s surprise, in German.
Issac wasn’t sure how good his German actually was anymore but he absolutely got the gist of the second man calling the guy in the kitchen a pig fucker as they both turned around and laid eyes on Felinus, who raised an eyebrow at them.
