I Bullied the Future Mafia's Boss (Dark BL)

The evening settled in with a heavy quiet. Lucas lay on his bed, the window wide open to let in the cool night air. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. He was flipping through a book, his mind drifting between the pages and the events of the day. The encounter with Dimitri had left him feeling both agitated and amused. He knew that the boy's presence was more of a burden than a benefit, and he relished the chance to exert a bit of control.

As he read, he heard the soft rustling of the tree branches outside his window. Moments later, Kane's familiar silhouette appeared, scaling the wall with practiced ease. Kane slipped through the window, his dark eyes scanning the room for Lucas. His hair was disheveled, and sweat glistened on his brow, evidence of the effort it took to climb up.

Lucas's grip tightened on the book, a flash of annoyance crossing his face at the interruption. But then he saw Kane's wild, almost feral expression and felt a thrill of excitement. Here was someone he could manipulate, someone who fed his darker desires.

"Thought you were avoiding me today," Kane said, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and relief. His eyes were intense, boring into Lucas as if trying to read his thoughts.

Lucas looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "I had some things to deal with. What are you doing here?"

Kane's expression was a mix of frustration and possessiveness. "I didn't see you around. I thought you might have been avoiding me."

Lucas chuckled softly, a dark glint in his eyes. "I was just busy. But now that you're here, I suppose we can do something about it."

Lucas could see the tension in Kane's posture, the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He found Kane's frustration amusing, a testament to the control he had over him. He tilted his head, his gaze predatory. "Relax, Kane. You know I wouldn't ignore you without a reason."

Kane's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer to the bed. "You're mine, Lucas. Don't forget that."

Lucas felt a thrill at Kane's possessiveness. He sat up, letting the book fall to the floor. His heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and a twisted satisfaction. "And what if I do? What are you going to do about it?"

Kane's eyes flashed with anger, and he lunged at Lucas, pinning him to the bed. The force of his aggression was palpable, and Lucas reveled in it. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, both thrilling and dangerous. Kane's grip was rough, his breathing heavy as he held Lucas down. There was a darkness in his eyes that matched Lucas's own.

"You belong to me," Kane growled, his voice low and menacing.

Lucas's heart raced, not from fear but from the exhilaration of the power play. He knew how to push Kane's buttons, how to drive him to the edge. He could feel the anger and frustration radiating from Kane, and it only fueled his own sadistic tendencies. "Prove it," Lucas taunted, his voice a whisper.

Kane's response was immediate and intense. He leaned in, his lips crashing against Lucas's with a fierce, almost desperate hunger. Lucas responded in kind, matching Kane's aggression with his own. Their kiss was a battle for dominance, each trying to assert control over the other.

Lucas suddenly broke the kiss, pushing Kane back with a smirk. "Stand up," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

Kane hesitated, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Lucas stood up, circling Kane like a predator stalking its prey. "Just indulging in a little conversation," he replied smoothly. "You like talking, don't you, Kane?"

Kane's gaze followed Lucas as he moved, his muscles tense. "Depends on what we're talking about," he muttered, his voice wary.

Lucas stopped in front of Kane, their faces inches apart. "Ever wonder what goes on in this head of mine?" He motioned to the desk cluttered with study materials, papers, and notebooks. "You think you know me?"

Kane glanced at the desk, then back at Lucas. "You're always up to something," he said, a mix of curiosity and frustration in his voice. "What's all this?" He picked up a notebook, flipping through the pages filled with meticulous notes.

Lucas watched him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Just some ideas," he replied. "Thoughts on various subjects. Psychology, mostly. Human behavior."

Kane raised an eyebrow, glancing at the dense notes. "You planning to psychoanalyze me now?"

Lucas chuckled softly. "Wouldn't that be interesting? But no, not tonight. Tonight, I want to understand you better. See what makes you tick."

Kane's jaw tightened. "What do you want to know?"

Lucas leaned against the desk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Everything. What drives you, what scares you, what excites you." He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of Kane's muscles. "I find you fascinating, Kane. You're a puzzle I want to solve."

Kane's eyes darkened with a mixture of anger and desire. "You think you can figure me out?"

Lucas's smile widened. "I'm certain of it. You see, I enjoy peeling back the layers, finding the truth hidden underneath. And you, my dear Kane, are quite the mystery."

Kane's grip tightened on the notebook, his knuckles turning white. "You're playing with fire, Lucas."

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. "Perhaps. But isn't that part of the fun? To see how far we can push each other before one of us breaks?"

Kane watched as Lucas moved around him, feeling the heat of his presence. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Lucas stopped behind Kane, his breath hot against his ear. "I want you to show me your true self. Not the mask you wear, but the real you. The one who isn't afraid to let go."

Kane turned to face Lucas, his eyes dark with intensity. "And if I do?"

Lucas placed a hand on Kane's chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under his touch. "Then we both get what we want," he whispered, his voice seductive. "But you have to be willing to open up. To trust me."

Kane's eyes bore into Lucas's, searching for any hint of deceit. "You drive me crazy," he muttered, his voice husky.

"Good," Lucas replied, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Now, let's see just how far we can take this."

Kane's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and need. He pushed Lucas harder against the desk, their bodies close, the air between them charged with tension. Kane's hands moved to Lucas's shirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it with a rough urgency. Lucas's breath hitched as the cool air met his skin, followed by the warmth of Kane's touch.

The door to Lucas's room suddenly rattled with a knock. "Lucas? Are you in there?" Mrs. Morton's voice called from the other side.

Lucas froze, but only for a moment. He leaned in and kissed Kane again, more forcefully this time, as if the interruption only heightened his desire. Kane responded with equal fervor, his hands gripping Lucas's waist.

"Lucas?" Mrs. Morton called again, her tone more insistent. "I know you're in there. Open this door right now."

Lucas ignored her, his attention entirely focused on Kane. He could feel the urgency in Kane's touch, the way his fingers dug into his skin. The knocking grew louder, more impatient.

"Lucas, if you don't open this door, I'm coming in!" Mrs. Morton warned.

Lucas pulled away from Kane, his breath ragged, eyes gleaming with a mixture of frustration and defiance. "Looks like we'll have to continue this later," he whispered, his voice low and edged with a dark promise.

Kane's jaw clenched, but he nodded, stepping back reluctantly, melting into the shadows of the dimly lit room. "We'll finish this," he muttered, his eyes blazing with unspoken promises.

Lucas smirked, adjusting his pants before heading to the door. He swung it open, revealing Mrs. Morton standing there, her expression stern and disapproving.

"Yes, Mrs. Morton?" he asked, his tone almost mocking. The dim light cast shadows on his lean, muscular frame, accentuating the subtle lines of his abs and the sharp angles of his collarbone. His bare chest glistened faintly, a testament to his seductive allure.

Her eyes scanned the dark room behind Lucas but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Her frown deepened as she focused on Lucas. "Mr. Morton won't be coming home for two weeks. He's on a business trip abroad," she said, her voice clipped. "He asked me to give you this."

She handed him a small package. Lucas's curiosity piqued as he took it, tearing off the wrapping to reveal the latest model smartphone. He felt a thrill of satisfaction at the unexpected gift, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of anger.

Mrs. Morton continued, her gaze stern. "He wanted to apologize for what happened last night. He hopes this will make things right."

Lucas's grip tightened on the phone, his knuckles turning white. The memory of Mr. Morton's invasive behavior the night before still burned in his mind. "Of course, Mrs. Morton. I'll be good," he said, his voice strained with barely concealed rage.

She gave him one last disapproving look before turning and leaving the room. As the door closed, Lucas glanced back at Kane, now barely visible in the corner. "Looks like we have a new toy to play with," he said, his voice hollow.

Kane's eyes flicked to the phone, then back to Lucas. "You think this changes anything?"

Lucas's smile was predatory, but it didn't reach his eyes. "No, it doesn't. But it makes things more interesting. Now, where were we?"

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Later, as Kane slipped back out the window, Lucas lay back on his bed, a satisfied smile on his face. The evening had gone exactly as planned, every step meticulously calculated to ensure the ultimate pleasure from their shared mischief. The room was dimly lit, the moonlight casting a gentle glow across his belongings.

Feeling the lingering excitement, Lucas reached under his bed and pulled out a small tin box, carefully hidden from prying eyes. Inside was his secret stash of candy, a collection he had meticulously curated over time. He selected a piece of rich, dark chocolate and unwrapped it slowly, savoring the anticipation before placing it in his mouth. The sweetness melted on his tongue, a comforting contrast to the cool night air.

He glanced out the open window, his eyes scanning the familiar landscape of his neighborhood. The dim streetlights cast long shadows across the yards, creating a patchwork of light and dark that gave the street an eerie, almost dreamlike quality.

That's when he noticed a dark figure lurking in the shadows of the Bennetts' home. At first, he thought it might be a trick of the light, an illusion created by his tired mind and the shifting shadows. But as he squinted into the darkness, he realized the figure was real. It remained unnervingly still, the darkness seeming to cling to it like a cloak of menace.

Lucas's heart began to beat faster, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension bubbling up inside him. He leaned closer to the window, straining his eyes to see more clearly. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he felt a chill run down his spine. It was Dimitri, standing there with an eerie calmness, his eyes fixed on Lucas.

Dimitri's presence was unsettling. His tall, imposing figure was barely discernible in the shadows, but there was no mistaking the cold intensity of his gaze. Lucas could feel the weight of those eyes, piercing through the darkness, through the distance, and directly into him. It was as if Dimitri could see straight through the façade Lucas presented to the world, peeling away the layers to reveal the darkness within.

Lucas's mind raced with questions. Why was Dimitri there? How long had he been watching? What did he want? The silence of the night seemed to amplify the tension, every small sound becoming magnified in the stillness.

For a moment, neither of them moved. It was a silent standoff, a battle of wills fought through locked gazes. Lucas knew he should feel afraid, but instead, he felt a strange thrill. There was something exhilarating about being watched, about having his secret self acknowledged, even if it was by someone as enigmatic and potentially dangerous as Dimitri.

Finally, Dimitri moved. He raised a hand slowly, almost lazily, in a mocking wave. The gesture sent a shiver through Lucas, a silent message that said, "I see you." Then, as quietly as he had appeared, Dimitri melted back into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

Lucas remained at the window for a long time after that, his mind buzzing with thoughts and emotions. The night that had started with such satisfaction now held a new layer of intrigue and unease. The presence of Dimitri had changed something, adding a new player to the dangerous game Lucas was so fond of. And though he knew he should be wary, he couldn't help but feel a twisted excitement about what might come next.

He finally closed the window and lay back on his bed, the room now feeling colder and more oppressive. As he sucked on the remaining piece of chocolate, the sweetness lingering on his tongue, he couldn't shake the feeling that Dimitri's eyes were still on him, watching, waiting. And in that dark, quiet room, Lucas found himself smiling again, a different kind of satisfaction blooming within him.

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