#vengeenz

Ben POV

The fucking family business.

The pub we have been running for years until now is pretty well-known in here. The Prophecy (for those who haven't had the opportunity to head off to this place) is a cosy small pub with letters glowing at the entrance that will always make you feel at home, even though it gets really darker on the inside.  Everyone around the area and the outskirts of the town comes to visit us. At least one day in their lives. And no, I'm not the showed-off type of person. I'm being honest. I still dont get why it's so famous, damn. 

Unfortunately, our incomes aren't increasing as expected. Quite odd, right? I wonder who is the corrupted one in this dysfunctional family. And since I aint't going to college or whatever the hell my family couldnt afford to, that is our only source to keep paying our miserable existence. And, in my case, to buy some merch or to get tattooed again. 

Come on. Who doesn't love tattoos? I'm yerning for another one so bad. So. Bad. The latter I got happened to be when I was still in high school. Just because my friends were paying for it. 

So yeah, we're poor.

Anyways, today's a different day. I'm on my own now. The air is even filled with an strange feel. The surroundings are quiet. Too quiet. Considering there were those times when people start screwing each other in front of everyone, though none giving a fuck, everything was fine. The bar has barely any customers fooling around, except the group of middle-aged men who were calling out their own names while drinking. All in all, I can even smell the fresh air, with a little bit of beer and smoke ash.

In a way, that was great. I wouldnt have to give myself a hard time cleaning up the mess of other folks.  But, I knew there was something dangerous or tricky waiting for me, deep inside. I sighed and my eyes darted around, trying to concentrate on someone or something else. Then, I remenbered. I was running out of wine so I had to look for new bottles. What a day. 

I was making my way to the cellar until somebody's gaze caughed me off guard. It was a man with pale skin and short hair, a bit pudgy on the edges. The same one who always came to the bar to drink his favourite beer. The same one who always waited until it was closed. The last customer to leave the place. I'm not that stupid. I knew he love checking me out every single day. 

He was handsome. I coudn't deny that fact. I stopped where I was in that moment and turned around, facing him. Our eyes met and I could noted a lustful smile on his face. This tension between us was turning me on. 

Did he love me? Was he making all this up? For all I knew, he could be a burglar. But, for fuck's sake, I wasnt a good boy either. I wasnt a virgin and I wanted to fuck him and feel his big arms around me, asking for me.

Then he stood up with a view to going to the cellar or restroom. I wasn't sure. "Where are you trying to go?" I said, putting my thoughts into words without succeeding. "At least, tell me your name." I blurted out. I didnt want him to leave. We were all alone, no one could fucking stop this. Not him. Not me. 

"name's Danny. Calm down. Just thought I need to pee. But hey, you go first. " He smiled again and put both hands around my hips, rocking our crotches back and forth. His bulge was getting harder as well as mine. 

Withouth skipping a beat, I kiss his lips, making my way all along his neck and ripping off his shirt to leave some big hickeys. This motherfucker was going to like it next day. Because I knew I would see him next day and the next one and so on.