The sounds hit Elian before the sight did.
Grunting, moaning... and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
He stood frozen in the doorway of Matteo's apartment, the bouquet of roses trembling in his hand. He had brought that bouquet to celebrate their one year anniversary but standing there, hearing those obscene sounds, Elian feared the night definitely wasn't for celebration.
The bedroom door was ajar- that was where the sounds were coming from.
Elian's feet moved on their own, carrying him forward even as his brain screamed at him to turn around.
He pushed the door open and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the scene before him.
Two men were on the bed. One of them was Matteo, beautiful, dark-haired Matteo who'd whispered "I love you" to Elian just last night. He was on his hands and knees, head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy and sweat glistened on his bare skin.
Behind him was a man Elian had never seen before. He was tall and very muscular. Covered in tattoos that crawled up his arms and chest- designs that screamed money and danger.
The kind of tattoos that were only seen on the mafias. Even the easygoing Elian knew that much.
The man's hands gripped Matteo's hips as he pounded into him, hard and relentless. Each thrust made Matteo cry out.
"Fuck, yes, right there, Rafael! Don't stop..."
The man, Rafael grunted in response, his fingers digging into Matteo's flesh hard enough to leave bruises as his cock disappeared into Matteo over and over, thick and slick with lube. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room.
"Such a good little slut for me," Rafael growled. "Gonna fill this tight ass up---"
It took Elian a whole minute to accept that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. A gasp escaped his mouth and the bouquet slipped from Elian's fingers.
Both men looked up when the bouquet made a soft thud as it hit the floor.
However, Rafael didn't even slow down. He kept thrusting into Matteo's body like he was going to take everything inside it. His dark eyes met Elian's with complete indifference, like Elian was nothing more than an annoying interruption.
"Uhmm..." Another moan escaped Matteo before he could react to the interruption.
"Close the fucking door, Elian. You're ruining the mood." Matteo growled out.
The words didn't make sense. Elian's brain couldn't process them. He stood there, mouth slightly open, trying to understand what was happening. Matteo was still moaning, actively pushing back to meet Rafael's thrusts as if he didn't see Elian standing there.
"Matteo," Elian finally managed, his voice coming out small and broken. "What... what are you doing?"
Matteo rolled his eyes, even as Rafael's cock stretched him open. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting fucked by my fiancé."
Fiancé?
The word hit Elian like a physical blow.
"Your... your fiancé?" Elian's voice cracked. He looked at Rafael, who was still moving inside Matteo, his muscled body gleaming with sweat. Then back at Matteo. "If he's your fiancé, then what am I?"
Rafael finally pulled out with a wet, obscene sound. His cock was still hard, huge and glistening with lube and Matteo's slick. He reached for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, completely unbothered by his nudity or the fact that a stranger had just walked in on them. His dick jutted out proudly, thick and veined.
"Matteo," Rafael said, his deep voice sounding bored. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "Who the fuck is this annoying guy?"
Matteo shifted on the bed, adjusting himself. His hole was red and stretched, still twitching from being filled. He didn't even try to cover up.
"Just a fling, Rafael. Nobody important."
At Matteo's response, Elian felt something crack inside his chest. A fling after a year together?
After giving up his weekends to work extra shifts so he could pay for Matteo's expenses. After sitting in that hospital waiting room for eight hours while Matteo underwent surgery?
After joyfully giving him his kidney?
"A fling? A fling would give up part of their body to save your life?" Elian's voice was rising now, trembling with rage and hurt.
Matteo shrugged.
"I never forced you to do that, Elian. That was your choice. I didn't ask you to play the hero." He scoffed in annoyance.
Rafael took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly. He looked at Matteo with amusement, his cock still hard and ready.
"You done with this little drama, baby? Because I'm still hard and I want to finish what we started."
Matteo grinned up at him, spreading his legs wider. "Yeah, I'm done. Let him watch if he wants. Maybe he'll learn something about how a real man fucks."
Rafael set the cigarette in an ashtray. He moved back toward Matteo, gripping his thick cock and positioning it at Matteo's entrance again.
"Awwnnn..." Matteo moaned in anticipation.
The sight made something inside Elian snap.
He'd always been the kind one. The understanding one. The one who swallowed his anger and made excuses for people who hurt him. Growing up in foster care had taught him to be small, to not make waves, to be grateful for whatever scraps of affection people threw his way.
But this... this was too much.
His eyes fell on a half-empty wine bottle near his feet and without thinking, he just moved.
Elian grabbed the bottle by its neck and lunged forward.
"You fucking---"
Rafael saw him coming at the last second. His eyes widened and he tried to yank Matteo out of the way.
Elian swung the bottle with all his strength and It connected with Rafael somewhere below the waist with a sickening thud.
Rafael's scream was sharp and guttural. He doubled over, clutching his groin, then collapsed onto the bed before rolling off onto the floor. His hands pressed desperately between his legs as he writhed in pain.
Blood trickled down his thigh onto the white carpet, enough to stain the floor beneath him.
"Rafael! Oh my God!!" Matteo scrambled off the bed, dropping to his knees beside the man.
Elian's jaw dropped and the bottle slipped from his hold. Staring at what he had done, the rage drained out of him in an instant, replaced by cold horror.
Rafael was curling into himself, groaning, his breathing ragged and labored. The blood kept coming, a slow steady trickle from somewhere in his groin area.
"Oh my God, I didn't mean... I didn't..." Elian stammered.
Matteo pressed two shaky fingers to Rafael's neck, checking for a pulse.
"I don't think he's breathing!" Matteo yelled in panic. Elian's jaw dropped lower, his breath now coming out in short pants as he staggered back.
"Have I just killed someone?" Elian thought and his legs gave out. He sank to the floor, his back against the wall.
Matteo looked up from Rafael and fixed Elian a hard glare for a split second then stood up quickly.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand with shaky hands and frantically dialled a number.
"Police? Please, you have to come right now! Someone broke into my apartment and attacked my boyfriend! He's... he's not breathing and there's so much blood! Please hurry!"
Broke in? Elian's head snapped up. "Matteo, I didn't break in, you gave me a key...."
But Matteo wasn't looking at him. When he dropped the call, he went back to Rafael and was cradling Rafael's head in his lap, sobbing now. Even though, he was still completely naked, still covered in lube and sweat from their fucking.
"Please don't die, baby. Please don't leave me. We were supposed to get married. We were supposed to have everything."
Elian stared at him then at the unconscious man and when his eyes fell on the tattoos covering Rafael's body, his heart skipped a beat.
He'd seen designs like that before, in news reports. That was the Lombardi family's signature.
The Lombardi... One of the most powerful mafia families in the city!
At the realization, Elian let his head fall back against the wall, his shoulders sagging. Because he knew there was no need hoping that things would be better.
He knew he was doomed!