Chapter 3: Give and take

Third POV

Marco dragged Fabio into the parking lot, where only a few cars and shadows lingered. There was just the silence humming with tension.

He shoved Fabio hard against a pillar, then his hand shot to his neck as if to choke him, but he did not apply real pressure. Not yet.

Fabio, instead of fuming or fighting him off, wore the same grin Marco had since the restroom. That cocky, daring grin that said try me. He even adjusted his neck, tilting it like an invitation, daring Marco to squeeze tighter, to do whatever he wanted.

Marco let out a maniacal chuckle, then pressed down harder, not enough to choke him out, but enough to send a warning. His lips brushed Fabio’s ear as he whispered, "If you want to get back at someone, come at me. Leave my friends the fuck out of this."

Fabio’s eyes glittered with satisfaction. In a flash, he grabbed Marco’s collar, reversed their positions, and slammed Marco against the pillar. Now Marco was the one pinned. Fabio leaned close, his voice dripping with warning too. "Then don’t fuck with my friend either."

Marco frowned, then barked a sarcastic laugh. "But your friend’s interested too. Why the hell should I say no?"

"So was Tony," Fabio shot back smoothly.

Marco’s jaw clenched at the mention. His glare sharpened. "He was drunk, for fuck’s sake. I don’t touch people who can’t think straight, and I hate bastards who take advantage of weakness."

Fabio’s smirk widened, mocking. "Do I care? Whoever I sleep with is none of your business. Actually, I like them drunk, clueless, begging without knowing it. Thrilling, don’t you think? Shame Tony’s gone. He would’ve been my muse tonight." His words were meant to provoke, to dig under Marco’s skin.

But Marco saw straight through the bait. Si, instead of rage, he smirked. "Are you done?" His calmness made Fabio’s brow twitch. Marco leaned in, his grin cutting through Fabio. "If so, move. Being touched by you makes me wanna throw up. You’re disgusting."

Fabio froze. Disgusting? No one had ever dared insult him let alone call him disgusting. His face burned crimson, fury boiling over. And without thinking, he did the first thing that came to his mind to wipe that smug look off Marco’s face.

He grabbed Marco by the collar and crashed their mouths together, into a brutal, forceful kiss. His tongue shoved deep instantly, not with lust, but to defile. If Marco thought he was disgusting, then he would show him disgusting.

Marco stiffened, shocked. What the hell? One second they were fighting, the next–this. His brain scrambled, trying to process, when sharp pain ripped across his lip.

"Fuck! Are you a dog?" Marco hissed, glaring at Fabio, tasting blood on his tongue.

But Fabio was not done. He crushed their lips together again, fiercer than before, his hands roaming, claiming, and violating space Marco thought no one could take from him. Marco tried to shove him off, but Fabio caught both his wrists, slamming them above Marco’s head. He pinned them easily with one hand, while the other gripped Marco’s chin, forcing him to stay put.

Marco had never been cornered like this. And strangely, he did not hate it. Hell, he almost liked it–the same way he had loved pinning countless men and women himself.

Against his better judgment, curiosity and heat stirred in his chest. A moment ago, he had wanted to tear Fabio apart. Now this man was kissing him like an enemy and a lover at the same time.

So Marco snapped. Not to push Fabio away, but to kiss him back.

What started as Fabio’s twisted game shifted. Their mouths clashed, tongues battling in endless fight. Marco’s growl vibrated against Fabio’s lips, but Fabio only pulled him closer, clutching a fistful of his hair and deepening the kiss.

It was violent and damn filthy, so intense that Marco felt his cock harden in his jeans. He had not expected it.

Neither had Fabio. Because for the first time in his life, Fabio was hard from a kiss. Just a kiss. He pulled back quickly, hoping Marco would not notice. Luckily, the dim parking lot kept his arousal hidden.

Fabio released Marco’s hands and stepped back. To cover his slip, he smirked, spouting whatever came first. "Didn’t you call me disgusting? Now we’ve kissed me. Guess that makes you disgusting too."

Marco swallowed hard, his eyes glued to Fabio’s lips that were now swollen and wet. He had tasted him, and fuck, he wanted more. It was not his fault, Fabio had started it.

"It’ll take more than a simple kiss to call me disgusting."

Before Fabio could react, Marco grabbed the back of his neck and slammed their lips together, giving no room for retreat. His other hand snaked around Fabio’s waist, crushing them chest to chest.

This was not a kiss to them, but a battle each was desperate to win. Marco forced his tongue into Fabio’s mouth, and Fabio fought back, trying to push his way into Marco’s instead. Their groans tangled, hungry and unrelenting. Fabio yanked Marco’s head closer, burying his fingers in his hair, as though they were not already devouring each other.

They only broke apart when oxygen became non-negotiable, after what felt like forever. With their foreheads pressed together, both were panting, their bodies thrumming with desire.

Marco smirked, his voice now low and hoarse. "I don’t mind fucking right here in this parking lot. What about you?"

The thrill of getting caught, of pressing Fabio against cold concrete and fucking him senseless, made Marco’s cock throb painfully.

Fabio mirrored his smirk. "My place or yours?"

"Yours. I’ve got a little brother at home who doesn’t need to hear me moaning while I’m balls-deep inside you." Marco’s hand trailed down Fabio’s waist, fingers burning hot.

Fabio did not waste another word. He gripped Marco’s hand and pulled him toward his black Audi. Within a few minutes, they were speeding down the highway.

By the time they reached Fabio’s flat, lust was consuming them. The door barely clicked shut before they pounced on each other, stripping jackets and shirts in frantic haste. Their mouths found each other again, fiercer and hungrier together.

Fabio slammed Marco against the wall, his lips trailing rough bites down his neck. He sucked and nibbled as if marking him, while Marco tangled fingers in Fabio’s hair, groaning.

Fabio dropped lower, catching Marco’s nipples between his teeth. He bit one, then soothed it with his tongue, switching to the other, making Marco bite his lip to muffle his moans.

But then Fabio pulled back, his eyes dark. Grinning, he spun Marco around, pinning his chest to the wall. Marco gasped but did not resist. Fabio pressed close, grinding his hard cock against Marco’s ass in slow, taunting circles.

"I’ll show you who’s king here," Fabio growled into his ear.

He spun Marco back around, grabbing his chin roughly while studying the desire on his face. His free hand slid down, pressing against Marco’s cock through his jeans. Marco’s gasp was guttural as his eyes glazed red.

Fabio smirked, stroking him hard.

"Fuck!" Marco cursed, his hips jerking into his hand. Whether it was their rivalry or the sexual tension between them, he had never felt this wound up from just a hand stroking him through fabric.

Fabio’s smirk widened at Marco’s erection straining harder. He pumped him again and again, while Marco’s fuck curses filled the flat.

But Marco refused to lose control alone. With his last shred of restraint, he gripped Fabio’s wrist, shoved him against the wall, and claimed dominance. His lips crashed to Fabio’s neck, biting down, drawing a hiss from him. Marco’s hand slid to Fabio’s cock, squeezing and stroking just as roughly.

"Holy shit!" Fabio groaned, thrusting into his palm. Clothes-on friction should not have felt this good, but with Marco, it was ecstasy.

"Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it?" Marco rasped, picking up the pace.

"Shit!" Fabio gasped, Marco’s dirty words making his dick throb harder.

Enough was enough. Fabio yanked at Marco’s zipper, shoving down his trousers and briefs. Marco followed suit, stripping Fabio’s pants in one move.

Fabio spun Marco, pressing him to the wall again, and ground his cock between his ass cheeks. Marco gasped at the contact.

"Wait!" Marco snapped, twisting around.

"What?" Fabio asked, frustration flashing.

"When did I say you could fuck me? I’ve always been on top," Marco growled, shoving Fabio on the wall and pressing his cock between Fabio’s ass, aiming for his entrance.

Fabio’s eyes widened, but he recovered fast. He caught Marco’s hand and spun them around again, snarling, "And I’m always on top too. No one’s ever been inside me, and you’re not going to be the first."

Marco chuckled darkly, gripping Fabio’s chin. "News flash, sweetheart. My ass is as virgin as yours. So what the fuck do we do?"

Fabio’s eyes dropped to their cocks, both flushed and throbbing. Jerking each other off would not cut it.

"We take turns," he said finally.

"Turns?" Marco raised a brow.

"I go first, then you second."

Marco’s lips curved wickedly once he understood what Fabio meant. "You mean... we take turns fucking each other?"

Fabio nodded, his voice steady. "Yes. My first time bottoming, and yours too. No one loses."

Marco bit his lip, amusement and anticipation lighting his face. The idea thrilled him. Who would’ve thought he would lose his carefully guarded virginity to this man? And yet, he did not care. If Fabio took his, then he would take Fabio’s. Simple, give and take.

"Fine," Marco murmured.