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On a beautiful starry night, a couple of men lie on a bed while the rays of the full moon bathe their bodies. The cabin they are in has no roof, so it is easy for them to feel a rather cool breeze running through their bodies.
There are many things that can be seen in the room, including the clothes of both men lying scattered in different places and the shoes of both men seem to have disappeared. The knives they were carrying are lying on the floor and the moonlight produces a distinctive glow on the scarlet blood spread on the metal.
There are lots of holes on the walls and there are bullet casings all over the room, as well as a couple of high-calibre weapons lying empty on the floor.
Vaas Montenegro glances at his lover who lies naked next to him, he looks at him carefully and becomes lost in the lines of blood that run down from his nose or from the various cuts he has on his body but which do not seem to matter to him.
Montenegro thought of every horrible way he could kill Jason, how with him in such a vulnerable position, a simple cut to the jugular or a shot to the head would be enough to finish off that damn American scum.
But killing him like that would be cowardly, and with Jason dead he would be returning to his boring, routine, monotonous life.
"Are you still awake, princess?"
Jason Brody could barely hear a voice echoing in his head. Before giving in to the exhaustion produced by an intense orgasm, the American decided to be stronger and fight against his own body in order to stay awake even for a moment longer.
"Yes, Vaas. Just resting my eyes."
Jason answered, still keeping his eyes closed, and turned his head to the source of the voice, which was on his left side. With a gentle movement, Brody's hands caressed Montenegro's shoulders, who was tense.
"Oh, okay. I was just making sure."
It didn't take long for the distinctive smell of marijuana to appear and spread throughout the room. Jason was very familiar with that aroma not only from his life of excess in the United States, being the son of rich parents and with a practically arranged life, but because Vaas used to smoke his joints from time to time in front of him or even sharing some with him.
"Vaas..."
Jason took the moment to curl up on Vaas' bare chest and cover himself with a sheet while one of the pirate's arms went around him. The American was lost in the beads of sweat that ran down Vaas' chest, in his soaked body hair that at some point made Montenegro's skin shine, and of course, in being a prisoner of the cozy warmth that came from close contact.
And his scent. Jason was so drawn to hid lover's natural scent, that masculine fragrance that awoke every time two gave in to their instincts.
"You know, I never thought you and I would end up like this, chico."
Vaas smoked his joint until the tip glowed red hot, and after leaving it in for a moment, Vaas exhaled the smoke and coughed a little. By then he finished his joint.
"No? Mind you, it turned out to be a surprise for me too... I wanted you dead after all." Jason knew how much Vaas loved to dig into the morbid details of their relationship. "I dreamed so many times of grabbing you from behind and slitting your throat... of opening you up right here..." Jason pointed at Vaas's chest and drew a line down to his navel. "And ripping you open."
The image alone gave Vaas an intense erection that did not go unnoticed.
"You sure really don't believe I didn't think about how to make you my bitch, putito?" Vaas smirked and in one swift movement put his firm grip on Jason's neck and applied pressure. "I had you at my mercy so many times... I curse not fucking you in the ass and making you bleed while I had you in ropes, making you bleed, puerco."
The pirate liked it when Jason tried to fight back, even though Vaas ended up overpowering Brody, holding his arms and positioning himself on top of him to prevent him from using his legs to defend himself.
"Do you like it, Jason?" Vaas asked in a seductive tone. The young man from a wealthy family felt that intruder brushing against his entrance and threatening to enter at any moment without asking permission. "Kiss me, amor mío."
And so Jason complied, joining his lips with his captor's. Even in these moments Vaas liked to show his dominance over Brody and at some point the rich man was already so used to it that although he could let himself go, he purposely put up resistance in order to make Montenegro angry.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Vaas." Jason took the time to look at Vaas, to get lost in his eyes and for a moment have the desire to want to lick them, staying in a fantasy. With a gentle movement Jason caressed the large scar on Vaas's face. "I like scars. Have I told you why I like scars, Vaas?"
Montenegro closed his eyes and enjoyed Jason's soft touch.
"I wouldn't mind a reminder." Vaas started to groan as the sensation was too nice. "That feels so good..."
"I like scars because they tell a story, Vaas. Do you know why I want to discover each one of your scars?"
"I don't know, amiguito. 'Cause maybe you're a fetishist who likes that kind of shit? Come here, gimme some love."
Vaas felt nice about this occasion and started kissing Jason, licking his neck and going down tasting every salty part coming from Jason's skin that was soaked in sweat. In the process Montenegro licked the young American's nipples and made circular movements around them just to see Jason arch and start moaning since there was no better torture for him than being stimulated in overly sensitive areas that made him scream in pleasure.
Vaas took the sheet covering Jason and used it to cover himself, so that he couldn't see what was happening underneath.
Jason began to tremble and his toes curled as he stretched his legs out when he could feel Vaas' tongue working wonders around his glans and that delicious sensation when his urethra was stimulated. Jason received a huge shock throughout his body as a result of the intense orgasm that Vaas had caused in him.
When the islander uncovered his sweat-soaked, completely red face, he revealed a pair of beautiful green eyes that shone and looked right through Brody's soul.
Vaas opened his mouth and Jason's seed could be seen inside it, and by the time he closed it and opened it again, Jason's cum was gone.
"Do you still think I don't love you, mamón?" The Mohawk man approached Jason to face him and plant a kiss on him. Vaas's mouth reeked of Jason's cock, even the smell and the distinctive taste of semen were too strong to go unnoticed and, instead of disgusting the American, it turned him on. "You should shower more often and shave." Vaas stuck out his tongue and removed a pubic hair that had been stuck to it. "Your dick stinks and you've got a fucking jungle down there."
"But you like it that way, don't you?"
Jason answered back and Vaas just laughed and laid down next to him. Since they had no roof they could enjoy the views the sky had to offer.
"We're going to die, Jason." Vaas commented so casually. Jason knew Vaas was having another one of those episodes. "Holy shit, Jason. We're going to fucking die."
Brody could only pet Vaas as he snuggled into his chest.
"Vaas..."
Jason could only sigh and proceeded to caress Montenegro's chest.
"We are just tiny specks of dust in this infinity we call the universe. We are so insignificant compared to the hundreds of billions of years that lie behind of us... we will be forgotten."
"Is that what this is all about, Vaas? Do you... do you want to be remembered?" Jason asked and his lover remained silent without denying or nodding. "Maybe you're right... and maybe our time on this earth is just that, a sigh, a blink."
"You understand me, cabrón. That's why I love you, faggot. Give me a kiss." Jason agreed and kissed Vaas in an attempt to take away all his ills. "Why are you wasting your time with me, Jason? With so many guys out there to fuck... you come to stay with me."
"Well, I once heard that shit meets the sewer."
Jason's comment made Vaas burst out laughing.
"Are you always going to say some stupid thing just to stop me from enjoying my misery, aren't you, pendejo?"
Vaas kept laughing because Jason always had a way of making him laugh.
"You should get used to it, handsome."
Jason kissed the pirate on the cheek and he smiled happily.
"All this time I thought you were at my mercy, Jason... but as the days went by and after all the horrible shit you put me through, after you made my blood boil and were the reason for my migraines... I realized that you were in control."
"We learned from both. Let's say it was a team effort."
Jason was still curled up on his lover's chest and Vaas simply took him in, accepting his warmth, accepting his body.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance, Jason... I really should have, because then I wouldn't be feeling this way. Jason... you are the most disgusting son of a bitch I have ever met, you represent everything I despise in this life and one way to punish you for being this selfish perro is to be with me."
Vaas kissed his partner's forehead and hugged him, caressing his hair and his back.
"Don't let me go, Jason." Vaas began to cry as he clung to Brody's arms. "Please... don't let me go... don't leave me. Don't go, don't go. Let me die first."
"Don't worry, Vaas. I'm here. I'm not leaving."
"Thanks, Jason."
Jason and Vaas are aware that their time on Earth is limited and every moment is valuable.
Jason and Vaas enjoy discussing in detail how they will kill each other next time. Vaas emphasized slowness and effectiveness, Jason on the other hand talked about speed and precision.
Only for that night they stopped being enemies.
"Love you, putito."
"Love you, Vaas."