Chapter 238

Zeno's laugh was a low, sultry hum as he tilted his head, lips brushing Sebastian's ear. "You're insatiable, Mr. Orion," he murmured, his fingers trailing down Sebastian's chest, teasing the buttons of his half-open shirt. "But we've got dinner waiting… and Aunt Mila's probably timing us with a stopwatch."

Sebastian groaned, his head tipping back against the bedpost, but his grip on Zeno's hips didn't loosen. "Mila's got a vendetta against my libido," he muttered, though his lips twitched with a smirk. "She's probably out there plotting with the chef to serve us cold soup just to mess with me." He added.

Zeno chuckled, sliding off Sebastian's lap with a deliberate slowness that made his husband's eyes darken. He stood, adjusting his white shorts with a playful tug, knowing full well Sebastian's gaze was glued to every move. 

"Come on, Papi. Let's eat first. You'll need your energy for… dessert." He threw a wink over his shoulder as he sauntered toward the glass doors leading to the rooftop terrace.

Sebastian was on his feet in an instant, following like a man possessed. "You're gonna be the death of me, Zeno Orion," he called, voice thick with affection and hunger.

The rooftop terrace was a vision of Grecian elegance—white stone balustrades wrapped around a wide, open space, dotted with low tables and cushioned lounges Fairy lights twinkled against the deepening indigo sky, and the faint scent of jasmine mingled with the salty breeze rolling in from the sea. 

A table was set for two laden with platters of grilled octopus, shrimp saganaki, and fresh tzatziki, all glowing under the soft candlelight.

Zeno paused at the edge of the terrace, hands on the railing as he gazed out at the horizon.

The sun had dipped low, painting the sea in hues of gold and crimson. 

"This… this is paradise," he said softly, almost to himself.

Sebastian stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around Zeno's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. "You're my paradise," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crook of Zeno's neck. "All this? The house, the sea, the stars—it's just background noise. You're the main event."

Zeno's heart fluttered, and he turned in Sebastian's arms, their faces inches apart. "You keep saying things like that, and I'm gonna forget how to function," he teased, though his voice was warm with emotion.

"Good," Sebastian grinned, stealing a quick kiss. "I like you a little flustered. Keeps you from noticing how much you've got me wrapped around your finger." He kissed his cheek and smiled.

They settled at the table, the clinking of wine glasses and soft laughter filling the air as they dug into the meal. 

Between bites of perfectly spiced seafood, Zeno leaned back, swirling his glass.

"You know," he said, eyes glinting with mischief, "I was thinking about Cody and Ida today. Back at the museum, when you scared off poor Nimo, it reminded me of how they used to glare at anyone who got too close to you during your… less legal days."

Sebastian snorted, setting down his fork. "Mm. Their glare could stop a bullet. There was a walking fortress. Still are. Probably, wherever they're holed up now." He paused, a flicker of something serious crossing his face. 

"Have you ever missed it? The chaos, the adrenaline, the… family?" Sebastian asked cautiously, he wanted to know if taking Zeno this far was the best idea.

What if Zeno missed his friends?

Zeno tilted his head, considering. The mafia life—their old world of bodyguards, deals, and danger—felt like a lifetime ago, even if it was only less than two months since they'd stepped away from that life.

"I miss the people," he admitted. "Cody, Ida, Andre, Jasper, Jeremiah, Thomas, Pole, even Cross with his grumpy ass. But the rest? The constant looking over our shoulders? Nah. I like this better." He reached across the table, squeezing Sebastian's hand.

"Just us. No guns, no enemies. Well… except for short kings trying to flirt with me." Zeno smirked.

Sebastian barked a laugh, but his eyes softened. "Yeah, well, I'll take on a hundred Nimos before I let anyone steal a second of your attention." He leaned closer, voice dropping. "And don't think I've forgotten about dessert. You promised me the main course."

Zeno's cheeks flushed, but he held Sebastian's gaze, bold and teasing. "Finish your shrimp first, Papi. Then we'll see who's devouring who." He forked a shrimp and slowly eased the fork into his mouth, sliding it out in a slow, suggestive manner. 

Sebastian cleared his throat and turned to his food, "Then we better hurry, I can't wait for dessert." 

Sebastian was enjoying his food when his phone suddenly rang. 

He stared at and sighed before answering it, "What's up, Cross? I thought I asked you not to call -"

"Can you hand Zeno the phone? I love you, cousin but I need a sharp thinker at the moment," Cross's low, almost sad voice sounded from the phone.

"What the -"

"I'll take that," Zeno smiled and gently took the phone from Sebastian, placing it in front of him, "What's up, Cross? From the sound of your voice I can tell it's not working out with Andre," he smirked as he teased Cross.

Cross was heard sighing and muttering inaudibly, "I hate Andre." His voice rang out.

Zeno chuckled, "No, you don't." He said simply.

"But he's being difficult," Cross spoke, sounding helpless.

"You were difficult first," Zeno shrugged, sipping his wine.

Andre's end of the line went quiet, confirming Zeno's words.

Zeno sighed and stared at Sebastian who was looking at him with unblinking eyes.

He saw Sebastian move his chair over and smiled, extending his hand to his husband to hold. 

Sebastian took Zeno's hand and wrapped it with his, grazing his fingers inside Zeno's palms.

Zeno turned to the phone and said, "Listen, Cross; don't be like your cousin who treated the person he loved so awfully at first. Trust me, if you do that, Andre might as well just slip away from you. You've got to let him feel how steady your emotions are, don't give him mixed signals, he might not be that patient with you." He advised.

Cross scoffed, "Mixed signals? That's not my style, I told him already, he's being stubborn and it's annoying me." He said.

Sebastian chuckled, "Well, if it's annoying you, and you can't stand him, why not let him be, Cross? Huh?" Sebastian asked, smirking as he imagined the 'Are you dumb?' look Cross might have thrown his way if he were there.

"Coming from someone who flew across oceans to find his husband," Cross's voice was almost a whisper. 

Sebastian shrugged, "He's special." He whispered and leaned down to Zeno's neck, placing soft kisses along his neck.

Zeno let him, tilting his head to the side to create more space for him.

"Hello? Zeno? Are you still there?" Cross asked.

"Mhm... right here..." he answered quietly, as he pushed his hips forward to meet Sebastian's hand that was grazing over of pant-clad dick, allowing him to unzip his shorts.

"What am I going to do with Andre? Oh, and there seems to be another guy in the picture, Tony. I don't like him," Cross confessed.

Zeno bit down on his lip as Sebastian's hand slid inside his shorts, his warm fingers wrapping around his semi-erect shaft. The sudden warmth of Sebastian’s fingers, soft yet firm around him, sent a delicious jolt straight through his body, heating him.

Zeno clenched his fingers around his fork as Sebastian's lips kissed his neck, while his hand stroked him inside his shorts.

He needed to answer Cross.

He cleared his throat and said, "Um, listen, Cross, I...I think you should just... Ahem, do what your heart tells you to do... It's never wrong. Okay, bye." He ended the call with speed and groaned, "Fuck, Sebastian!" He turned to Sebastian and slammed his lips onto his without thinking twice.

Sebastian smirked, he finally got what he'd craved all day; he kissed Zeno for a while and pulled away from him, "Are we done here?" He asked, glancing at the table.

"Hell yes! Time for dessert," Zeno replied and stood from the chair, dragging Sebastian up and pulling him away from the terrace.

"I would have loved to have some dessert on the terrace, but..." He paused and pushed the glass door open, dragging Sebastian inside their room, "I need to eat it with my back pressed on the bed, staring up at the sweetness," he paused in the middle of the room and faced Sebastian, "Clothes off, Papi," he commanded.

Sebastian's darkened eyes narrowed as he moved over to Zeno, his hands going up to unbutton the remaining buttons on Zeno's shirt.

Zeno bit his lip, heat rushing to his cheeks as Sebastian undressed him with intense eyes. He had meant for Sebastian to take off his clothes, but seeing him walk over to undress him instead.

He gasped as Sebastian purposely dragged his thumbs over his nipple while taking off his shirt, closing his eyes to Sebastian's hands running over his chest and abs before sliding it behind him... right inside his shorts to cup his firm ass.

"I'm throbbing, Zeno. I need you to get on that fucking bed," He whispered hoarsely, pulling down Zeno's shorts from his waist. 

Zeno's body shivered from Sebastian's command, "Hurry, Papi, don't keep me, waiting," he kissed Sebastian, craving deep contact with him. 

"Someone's in a rush," Sebastian chuckled. 

"I am," Zeno quickly unzipped Sebastian's pants and pushed it off his waist, moaning softly as Sebastian's cock strained toward his hand, "this monster needs to to invade something, and I have just the right thing for it to invade... to destroy," he whispered, teasing Sebastian's cock with the tip of his finger.

Sebastian groaned and pulled his shirt off his head, lifting Zeno off the floor in the blink of an eye.

"I hope your force is strong enough because, this monster is not holding back tonight, baby," Sebastian whispered as he gently lowered Zeno's back on the bed.

Zeno raised his hand behind him sliding it beneath the pillow, "I don't care, fuck me, already." He pressed the cool tube of a lubricant against Sebastian's chest, lifting his legs to Sebastian's shoulders, "Dessert is served, Papi, have a taste." He whispered seductively. 

Sebastian muttered a curse and took the lube from Zeno. His movements were hurried but calculated as he squirmed the lub onto his fingers.

Sebastian's s eyes locked on Zeno as he kissed the inside of his thigh on his shoulder, taking his hand lower to Zeno's pouting entrance. 

"Mmm..." Zeno closed his eyes and bit his lip as Sebastian rimmed him slowly, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.

"You like that?" Sebastian asked, already knowing Zeno's answer. 

Zeno slightly raised his hips to feel Sebastian's finger deeper inside him, "You know I do..." he breathed heavily, "And you know what I like best..." his voice carried heavy double meanings to it.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, "I do." He stroked his cock a few times and directed it to Zeno's readiness.

They shuddered and groaned as Sebastian eased himself inside Zeno, their breaths turning ragged and heavy as Sebastian slowly started to rock his rod into his sweet husband. 

Zeno's lips parted, his walls suctioning Sebastian's cock deeper and tighter. His body trembled as Sebastian grunted and thrust deeper and faster.

"Oh my God, Zeno... I feel you sucking me tight already... that good?" Sebastian grinned sexily as he purposely angled his hips to reach way deeper inside Zeno.

Zeno gulped and moaned, arching his back off the bed and breathing heavily. "Mmm... yes... I'm sorry, I'm coming, it's... ahh, that... fucking.... good," He turned his head and bit the pillow beside him as he struggled to breath through his orgasm, his cum leaked off his cock as his sleek walls clamped around Sebastian's cock, suctioning him deeper abd tighter until Sebastian couldn't hold on anymore. 

"Ughhh... God, baby..." Sebastian gasped, his voice rasped and dragged.

He thrust once, twice, and surrendered to the pleasure, burying his face in Zeno's neck as he streamed thick and heavy cum inside Zeno. 

Heavy breaths filled the room as they held each other through their orgasmic bliss.

Zeno chuckled, "I'm sorry, I made you cum faster." He apologised in a sweet voice.

Sebastian groaned, feeling himself swell inside Zeno's again, "You don't need to apologise, I guess I was just as horny and desperate as you were." He whispered against Zeno's lips, smiling down at him.

"You're already so hard again..." Zeno whispered in surprise.

"Do you want it out -"

"Don't you dare, Mr. Orion," He held Sebastian's waist, his eyes pleading with his husband to make love to him, "Make love to me, please. I want more, I want you." He begged shamelessly, thrusting his hips upward to show Sebastian how he wanted him.

Sebastian moaned, Zeno's wall was still a tight sheath from his last orgasm, he feared he would be the one to cum first. It was so right, so tight, so warm, so wet, and so his.

"I love you, Zeno... but I'm coming undone already," He whispered, starting to rock into Zeno again. 

Zeno smiled, enjoying the slow movement Sebastian was going at, he felt full, stretched.

"I love you so much, Zeno. You're my world," Sebastian confessed against Zeno's neck as he increased his pace, thrusting faster.

"I love you, too, Sebastian... Ahh.." he whispered as Sebastian bit down on his neck, sucking his sensitive spot to ease his slight sting.

It didn't hurt him, it only added to his building pleasure. 

"Go faster..." Zeno groaned, closing his eyes and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

Sebastian trembled above Zeno; watching Zeno's face in his trios of passion had always been his guilty pleasure; he went faster as Zeno commanded, feeling his balls tightening.

"Open your eyes, Zeno, let Papi watch you come undone," Sebastian growled, his dick twitching as it slid in and out in a torturously sweet friction, breath hitching as he stared into Zeno's lusty eyes.

Zeno's hand cupped Sebastian's face, his hips thrusting up to meet Sebastian's. His back arched off the bed, his fingers buried inside Sebastian's hair, lips parted in absolute pleasure.

"Ahh, fuck... yes, faster, Daddy, faster... ohh. Yess!" Zeno couldn't hold himself together, his brain was about to shut down with the overload of sensual pleasure he felt from Sebastian's cock.

Sebastian moaned, "Cum with me, baby, cum for Daddy like a good boy... Ugh!" His hips bucked, his stomach tightening as he incredibly swelled inside Zeno, stretching him to the brim.

"Oh my fucking god... ahh, Sebastian!" Zeno fell apart with a scream as Sebastian suddenly took his hand between them and stroked him in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Yes, baby, say my fucking name... mmph... ugh..." Sebastian grunted, slamming his lips into Zeno's, kissing the life out of his husband as he released his load. His whole body turned sensitive, each slowed thrust grating his nerves in a delicious suctioning.

Zeno hugged Sebastian as he slowly fell on top of him, cradling his face in the crook of his neck. 

They were panting, holding each other as their bodies still thrummed from the aftermath of their sweet climax.

Zeno released a shaky breath, their bodies were still joined, gentle tingling spreading through his bones like a warm blanket, "Damn, baby, it keeps getting better every time." He whispered, kissing Sebastian's cheek.

Sebastian sniffed Zeno's neck, "Dick is too good, you had no choice but to marry me." He kissed Zeno's neck and raised his face to smirk at him.

Zeno shrugged, "Can't argue on that... it's definitely good stuff... and it's all mine," he murmured. 

Sebastian gazed at Zeno without blinking, taking his time to notice every feature on his face all over again.

"What? Anything on my face?" Zeno asked, touching his face.

Sebastian kept staring at Zeno, not breaking eye contact for once, "I adore you, Zeno." He whispered, his voice carrying his sincerity.

"You have no idea how I feel each time I look at you. I don't know what good I did in my past life to get you as my reward in my present one. But whatever luck it was, I'm grateful I met you. You..." he paused and hovered his lips over Zeno's, "You are my existence." He whispered and gently pressed his lips to Zeno's.

Zeno hummed and hugged Sebastian tighter, gently kissing him back with his tongue in a slow dance.

Whatever luck that brought them together, they were grateful to it, and they were never going to mess it up. At this point, they have become one soul joined as one, separation would be a horrible torment to their hearts and souls.

"Can you stay like this for a while?" Zeno asked, blushing.

Sebastian smiled, pecking Zeno's red cheeks, "I can stay like this till morning, it's warm and nice..." he paused, letting Zeno read his unsaid words from his eyes.

Zeno blushed harder, hiding his face in Sebastian's neck, "I don't mind, Papi, we can go all night." He whispered. 
***
How does one exist together with a person who wants nothing to do with them?

Jeremiah was filled with different questions in his head as he saw Jasper walking toward him from the other side of the reception.

It's been a week since Jasper walked him out of his room, and since then, each brief encounter he had with Jasper was always a heart-wrenching experience.

This time was no different, he glanced at Jasper's cold, aloof face and quickly looked away from him. He didn't want to get caught staring.

He stepped into a corner and hid before Jasper could see him. He stood there, his eyes locked intently on the space in waiting. Soon, Jasper sauntered over, walking past Jeremiah in oblivion.

Only in hiding could Jeremiah stare openly at Jasper. Even if it was just two seconds, he stared at Jasper's face as he walked by, recalling how that cold face was almost starting to brighten up whenever they met.

Now, they were back to how they were in the very beginning, even worse.

He made sure that Jasper was long gone before he stepped out of his hiding place. 

"Hey," 

"Damn!" Jeremiah startled and flipped around to see Pole casually leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. 

"Pole, what the hell, man? Don't sneak up on me like that," Jeremiah frowned. 

Pole leaned away from the wall and moved closer to Jeremiah, placing his hand on Jeremiah's shoulder.

"How long are you planning to hide and stare?" Pole questioned calmly. 

Jeremiah sighed, he never knew anyone would notice the hide & stare game he had been playing with Jaspee for a week now. 

"I don't know; maybe forever. I really did fuck it all up that night. I should have just kept my fucking mouth shut," He said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I told you, didn't I?" Pole shrugged.

"Please, not now. I know I messed up, I don't need you rubbing it on my face like you did last time," he stepped away from Pole.

"I'm not here to mock you, I actually want to help you. From the looks of things, your case is starting to seem hopeless. Are you ready to follow my instructions?" Pole asked seriously. 

"What do you want to do?" Jeremiah questioned, skeptical.

"Do you want Jasper or not?" Pole raised his brows at Jeremiah.

Jeremiah slowly nodded, "I do."  

"Great, then you will do anything I tell you to do. Come on," Pole held Jeremiah's hand and led him out of the resort.

Jeremiah was confused but he followed Pole, walking toward the beach bar.

"You will spend more time with me from now on," he dragged Jeremiah inside the bar, "You're never getting him back if you keep stalking and stuffing him with your presence," he said, making Jeremiah sit on one of the bar stools.

Jeremiah frowned, "Stalk? Stuff? He doesn't even know I exist anymore. He barely notices me or my presence these days. How do you mean I'm stuffing him with my presence?" He questioned.

Pole chuckled, "You'll find out -"

"Good evening, gentlemen," Leom suddenly sauntered over, leaning on the counter beside Pole.

Pole shared a look with Jeremiah and somehow, they both agreed to ignore Leon. 

They heard Leon's soft chuckle, "Come on, guys. I'm right here. I don't want to speak to either of you, either. But if the bar boy can just go and fetch Andre, I'll be out of your sight in a second," He said, leaning against the counter. 

Pole slowly nodded, "Wow, Jeremiah, I never knew we had something like a bar boy on the resort, know what that is?" He asked, still not looking at Leon.

Jeremiah glanced at Leon and sighed, "It's you, Pole. He just wants to get on your nerves." He replied. 

Pole laughed, "Too bad. Come on, man, I've got some tricks up my sleeve to help you with your man." He gently tugged Jeremiah down the stool and proceeded to lead him away from Leon.

"Hey," Leon suddenly grabbed Pole's hand, stepping closer behind him, "You didn't give me an answer. I asked you to go get Andre for me. Also, since you've got tricks on how to help people keep their men, I'm hoping you put in some good words - fuck!" Leon's face was smacked to the side, causing him to stagger heavily, only saving himself from falling when he braced the counter by his side.

"Oh, no..." Jeremiah murmured as he stared at Pole, who now stood facing Leon, flinging the hand he had used to slap Leon to relieve the pain.

"Oh, yes," Pole scoffed, ignoring the gasps of the customers around them.

It's nothing new in a bar. Even if it's the first one on that bar, everyone knew that it was normal to witness a few fights in a bar.

Jeremiah moved very close to Pole and held his hand, "You shouldn't have... the boss-"

"He'll understand. Trust me, I'm sure he wants to do the same to him," Pole needed at Leon who was still processing the whole sudden incident.

Leon slowly righted himself, touching his cheek that was now stinging and probably discoloured. 

Surprisingly, he looked calm, maybe because of everyone staring at him, or because he really wasn't offended... no one knew, all they saw was an unusually quiet man striding toward Pole.

Pole saw Leon walking toward him and held his head high, not cowering. He maintained a confident stance, waiting readily for whatever Leon wanted to do.

He could feel Jeremiah tugging his arm and silently asking them to leave but he didn't budge, he was no coward to run away from a fight he had asked for himself.

Leon's quietness was suspicious, he knew those kinds of people were dangerous. Just like his boss, Sebastian's quietness was a code-red alarm, never to be messed with.

But Leon was no boss of his. He might be Sebastian's friend, colleague, or whatever it is billionaires were to each other, but Pole didn't give a fuck about that. Leon fucked up, and he got what he deserved.

Pole's eyes fiercely locked on Leon's face as he stopped in front of him.

"I must apologise for my words," Leon said, an apologetic smile appearing on his face.

"What?" Pole and Jeremiah asked at the same time, shocked, bewildered. 

They must have heard wrong. There was no way Leon would have said that he wanted to apologise after getting hit that hard in front of so many people. 

Leon chuckled, nodding his head, "I'm sorry, I just realised that your actions were fueled by something I said that you didn't like." He briefly touched Pole's shoulder and brought his hand back to his side.

"Don't believe him, it's a trap," Jeremiah whispered behind Pole. 

Leon shook his head, "People misunderstand me..  a lot. Just like my dear friend, Sebastian, misunderstood my intentions with his husband. I might come off as forward, rude, or even condescending, but I'm none of those. I'm just like both of you, searching for the right partner amid the crowd or this crazy and unstable world," he explained seriously. 

"So, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Pole. Can we overlook this and become friends, I wouldn't mind signing up for your lessons on how to get your man," Leon smiled and offered Pole a handshake.

Pole narrowed his eyes suspiciously, he took a step back and glanced at Jeremiah who was vehemently shaking his head at him.

Leon's reaction was never what Pole expected, and weirdly, he could feel Leon's sincerity. He might probably be shooting himself in the foot by agreeing to Leon's words, but, not agreeing would look immature and unreasonable. 

Leon was just offering peace and friendship, there was nothing harmful about those.

"Okay, friends," Pole raised his hand and shook Leon's hand firmly.