Epilogue

Salvatore

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked Michael, standing in the living room of our new place, which overlooked our expansive estate.

Michael stood on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he loved to do. "Babe, we've been together for over a year now, and I think it's time my brother gets his own place." He laughed, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"I just don't want to rush anything on you." I kissed him back.

Living a normal life with Michael had been a blessing I never thought I'd have. It had been incredible to experience a second chance at real love. We took things slowly, cherishing each moment and finding happiness in the simplicity of being together. Telling Ryan about us had been a challenge at first, but over time, he warmed up to the idea and became supportive. Now, with our decision to move in together, our lives were set to be filled with peace and contentment, far from the chaos of the past.

"I want to, Vincent, plus," he looked around with a frown. "I guess I could get used to the comfort and luxury of these surroundings…. If I really tried…."

I couldn't help but sweep him off his feet with a big bearhug and a kiss that shut him up. "Wait until you see our bedroom then…." Throwing Michael over my shoulder, I carried him up the spiraling staircase as he laughed like a teenager.

Dropping him on the bed of our sumptuous master suit, I let him take in the beauty of the place I've prepared for him and the warmth of our roaring fireplace.

"Vincent, this is so beautiful!" He marveled.

"You know what's more beautiful?" I turned around, unbuttoning his shirt very slowly. "This." Starting at his nose, I kissed my way down his chest as I lowered his pants.

"And this, and this, and-"

"Wait, wait…." Michael cut me off. "I wanna see you. "

Responding to his request, I stopped what I was doing and began to peel my clothes off, one by one, as he stared at me in awe. "You drive me crazy when you look at me like that."

"Like what?" He gave me an innocent look.

"Like there's no one else you want more than me."

He ran his hand over my chest and down to my groin. "There isn't."

I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch.

"Fuck me, Vincent." His words awakened every hunger and dormant desire as I grabbed his neck, sinking my teeth into the pale flesh beneath his ear.

I reached for the lube on the nightstand and offered it to Michael, who spread a thick layer over my swollen cock with his small, delicate hands. I moaned, barely able to contain the urge to pound his sweet ass senseless. When he laid back, opening wide and offering me his tight hole, I lost all control and, raising his legs over my shoulders, I pressed against his outer ring, slowly pushing myself inch by tortuous inch, as he clenched his ass in anticipation. "Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

He answered, raising his hips to meet my thrusts with eagerness, but I knew he liked a little teasing and, running my fingers along his jaw, I pulled him in for the type of kiss that tells him he's mine.

"I love you." He looked into my eyes.

Oh, God, you are so beautiful.

All I wanted to do was stay like this forever.

"I love you too, Michael." I kept moving slowly at first, savoring the moment, before I picked up the pace, watching his dick slap his stomach every time my hips reached his ass. "You feel so amazing, babe."

"I'm so close…." As Michael grabbed onto my hips, panting and squeezing his eyes tight, I thrust harder, burying my cock deep; owning his ass.

Michael's whimpers became a loud scream the moment my fist wrapped around his dick, pumping him hard. The sight of his face contorted by pleasure as jets of release shoot up, covering him from neck to navel, brought my own orgasm, full force, as I exploded inside my boy's ass.

Panting and almost laughing with release and happiness, we collapsed, holding each other with a peace I'd never felt before.

Michael

I looked at the man holding me in his arms, cradling my body as if I was a treasure to be preserved and cared for, and I felt special and complete. I knew our story was no fairytale and, although I could never condone Vincent's previous behavior and dark beginnings, I knew everyone deserved a second chance.

Pulling him close, I gave Vincent a loving, sensual kiss; a reflection of everything good we've shared and even everything bad that had, one way or another, led us to this moment.

The End