The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, heavier than it had ever been before. Matthew stood just a few inches away from Vinny, his eyes dark and intense, almost as if he could see straight through him. Vinny, in turn, was trying his damned hardest to ignore the rapid beat of his heart, the heat that was rising between them like a wildfire. It was suffocating, and yet… Vinny couldn't tear himself away.
Matthew had always been the one to play the games, to manipulate, to be the one in control. But today, in this moment, it felt different. This was no longer a game. There was something dangerous in Matthew's eyes, something raw and possessive. And Vinny… Vinny was more than willing to let it consume him.
Vinny took a slow breath, his chest tightening as he tried to steady himself. The world around him felt like it was spinning, like it was just the two of them in this space, locked in a moment that could tip either way.
"You're not running this time," Matthew said, his voice low, a barely contained growl underlining the words. He took a step closer, his scent flooding Vinny's senses—a mix of cologne, sweat, and something darker, more primal. "You think you can just walk away from this? From me?"
Vinny's throat went dry. He wanted to say something—anything—to push Matthew back, to regain some semblance of control. But the truth was, he didn't want that. He didn't want to fight this. He wanted to give in, to let himself be consumed by it.
"You think this is a game?" Vinny finally rasped, his voice betraying the hesitation he was trying to suppress. He could feel the heat from Matthew's body, inches away, and the pull was undeniable. "You think you can just claim me like I'm some prize?"
Matthew smirked, the expression far too knowing for Vinny's liking. He could see right through him, always had. And that made it all the more terrifying.
"It's not a game anymore, Vinny," Matthew said softly, as if savoring the words. "This is real. And you're mine now. Whether you like it or not."
Vinny's pulse quickened at the declaration, the words sending a jolt of something darker coursing through him. Part of him wanted to resist, to slap the arrogance off Matthew's face, but another part—the part he couldn't control—wanted to pull him closer, wanted to let Matthew's hands roam over his skin, let the madness consume them both.
"You don't get to decide that," Vinny spat, trying to fight back, but his voice trembled with something he couldn't quite identify. "I'm not some toy you can just—"
Matthew cut him off by crashing his lips against Vinny's, hard and urgent, his hands gripping Vinny's shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was aggressive, demanding—everything Vinny hated, and everything he craved. He felt the heat of Matthew's body against his own, the way their chest pressed together, hearts pounding in time.
Vinny's mind went blank, the sting of Matthew's lips silencing every protest, every thought. His hands gripped Matthew's shoulders, and without thinking, he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, allowing himself to be swallowed by the storm that Matthew had unleashed.
When they finally pulled away, both of them gasping for air, Matthew's expression was dark, his eyes glowing with the intensity of someone who had crossed a line, and didn't plan on going back.
"You don't get to walk away from this, Vinny," Matthew said, his voice hushed but commanding. "Not anymore."
Vinny's heart raced, his chest heaving as he tried to find his bearings. He wanted to tell Matthew he was wrong, that this wasn't how it was supposed to be. But there was something in Matthew's eyes—something that told him he'd already lost.
"I didn't ask for this," Vinny murmured, his voice a mixture of defiance and confusion. "I didn't ask for you to—"
"You didn't need to," Matthew interrupted, a wicked smile curling on his lips. "I saw you. I've always seen you, Vinny. And you've wanted this from the moment I stepped back into your life."
Vinny opened his mouth to retort, but the words died on his tongue as Matthew's hand slid down his chest, settling on his waist, pulling him closer once again. The contact, the pressure of Matthew's body against his, felt like an electric current shooting through him, and despite everything, despite the chaos, despite the toxic pull, he couldn't resist.
Matthew's fingers brushed against the hem of Vinny's shirt, his thumb pressing into the soft skin of his stomach. The simple touch sent a shiver up Vinny's spine, and he found himself unwillingly responding to it.
"Stop…" Vinny breathed out, though his voice lacked conviction. He wasn't sure if he wanted Matthew to stop. Every touch, every press of Matthew's lips against his was driving him to the edge of something he couldn't control.
Matthew's grin widened, as if he could sense the conflict raging inside Vinny. "You don't mean that," he whispered, his lips brushing against Vinny's ear, sending a fresh wave of heat flooding through his body. "You like this. You like the way I make you feel."
Vinny swallowed hard, his hands instinctively moving to Matthew's chest, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, as if anchoring himself to something solid. "I'm not some pawn you can control," Vinny growled, his voice trembling with the desire he couldn't hide.
Matthew chuckled darkly, his lips ghosting along the curve of Vinny's jaw. "You're so much more than that, Vinny," he murmured, his words a dangerous promise. "You're mine. Whether you want it or not."
The words hit Vinny like a punch to the gut. And for a moment, he let himself believe it. He let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, Matthew was right. That this—their twisted dance, this consuming need—was inevitable.
Before he could stop himself, he grabbed Matthew's face, pulling him in for another kiss, one that was just as brutal as the last, but this time, there was no fight left in Vinny. His hands roamed to Matthew's back, pulling him even closer, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable.
But Matthew wasn't done. His hands slid lower, grabbing Vinny's hips, tugging him closer. There was no more space between them—just skin on skin, raw and desperate. The kiss deepened, and this time, it was like they were both drowning, unable to escape the pull of the other.
Vinny's heart was pounding, and his head was spinning. This wasn't just about desire anymore—it was about something darker, something deeper. The lines between right and wrong, between control and surrender, were blurring beyond recognition.
And in the midst of all of it, Matthew was still in control. He always had been.
Vinny pulled away just enough to meet Matthew's gaze, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice strained.
Matthew's smile was slow, predatory, and it sent another shiver down Vinny's spine. "I want everything," he replied, his voice low, almost a growl. "I want you to realize that you've been mine all along. And now, you're never getting away."
Vinny opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Matthew kissed him again, more passionately than before, the heat of the moment consuming them both. In that moment, Vinny knew he was trapped.
Trapped in this cycle of obsession, of desire, of need. He couldn't escape. He didn't want to.
And that was the most terrifying part.