32. Matteo

32

MATTEO

T hey walked in silence, Ares using his crutch to help him walk on his injured foot. The man was stubborn and refused to look like an invalid. Instead of using the crutch to take most of the weight off his broken… sure, let's call it broken… foot, he used the crutch only when walking on his foot became too painful.

Still, Matteo understood the man's sense of pride and allowed him to do it his way. If the stubborn ass tripped and fell, Matteo would be there to pick his injured ass up and pretend like nothing happened. Because that was what you did for the people you loved. Ew, gross. Fuck, damn it. Yes, he loved the fuckin' guy.

Matteo led them through the grand hallway and out the back doors, which opened onto the luscious gardens. Well, they were luscious in the spring and summer. In the winter, it was a winter wonderland in which patrons could walk the snow-covered paths and admire the evening stars that lit their way.

No matter which season, the view in the gardens was always stunning.

"Of all the ways I imagined you murdering me, death by frostbite was not one of them," Ares choked out through chattering teeth.

Matteo didn't bother grabbing their coats. It was only a short walk through the gardens before they reached their destination.

"No. When I murder you, it will be the murder that all mystery murder writers always dream about writing. There will be no body, no evidence of a crime, and lastly, no questions directed at me. You will simply vanish from the face of the earth without a trace."

Matteo didn't bother to look over his shoulder at Ares's expression. The man's guttural moan said it all.

"After you," Matteo said once they reached their destination. Matteo held open the door so Ares could step inside the massive greenhouse.

Both were immediately engulfed in the warmth around them when they stepped inside. The air held a certain degree of moisture, making the living space ideal for the inhabitants growing within.

"Wow. I never knew this place existed," Ares whispered, taking in the luscious exotic plants and flowers growing all around them.

The air was sweet, and each breath felt like breathing in new life. This was one of Matteo's favorite places in the chateau. He often came here to escape the madness of his life and quiet the voices in his head.

"This is my other special place. No one is allowed in here, and this section of the gardens is not open to the public. This is where I come to be alone and process all the chaos that surrounds my life." Matteo lifted an orchid and brought it to his nose. He inhaled its fragrance, then smiled as he released the red flower.

"Wow, this place is amazing." Ares hobbled the rows, taking in the various plants and flowers that would make some of the most famous botanical gardens jealous with envy.

They came to a large workspace covered with pruning shears, half-filled pots of soil, and even discarded flower trimmings.

Matteo popped the cork on the champagne bottle and began filling their glasses. He passed one to Ares, then lifted his own.

"I wanted to properly thank you for everything you've done for me these past few days, hell, even these past few years. No matter how difficult things are between us or how much I try to hate you, you are always there for me when I need you."

Ares's cheeks flushed, and his gaze shifted to the floor.

Matteo recognized the look. It was the look that Ares gave whenever he realized that someone was seeing his true self instead of the bullshit facade that he put on for the world to see. Matteo was probably one of the only people who ever truly got the chance to see the real man hiding behind the mask.

"And… no matter how much I try to hate your fucking guts, my heart just refuses to listen to my brain," Matteo finally admitted.

Matteo was tired of this constant war between his brain and his heart. Logically, he knew that he should hate Ares for all the pain and misery he had suffered at his behest, but in his heart, he knew that everything the man ever did was to protect the one person he truly loved—Matteo.

How could he continue to hate someone who brought a fucking army to save his captured ass? Matteo was done fighting. His heart had won the war. His brain was raising its white flag.

"And your dick?" Ares asked, placing his crutch against the wall and shifting back into that cocky facade that Ares wore so well. The king of gun smuggling. The purveyor of hard-to-obtain treasures. You wanted something done; Ares could make it happen.

Of course the cocky asshole would take a romantic moment and make it all porny . But that was one of the things Matteo loved about the man. He might not be good at showing emotions or the lovey-dovey bullshit… but deep down, Ares was all heart… and cocky-man roughness.

"Well," Matteo said, taking a sip of his champagne before closing the gap between the two. "My dick has always been ‘Team Ares.'"

Watching the devilish grin expand across Ares's face, Matteo knew that he was in trouble. He was opening the cast iron gates and letting the horny beast before him into his playground.

Things were about to get very X-rated very quickly.

Matteo placed his glass down on the workbench. He wrapped his arms around Ares's strong shoulders and decided to let the one man he ever truly loved back into his heart.

Standing just inches apart, Matteo could smell the French cologne that Ares always wore on special occasions. It was a brand that Matteo had picked out for him when they had first started dating.

The scent of Ares was intoxicating. It was a sweet combination of sandalwood and raw masculinity. Everything about Ares was raw and powerful: his speech, his mannerisms, even the way he took hold of Matteo when they were intimate. Ares was possessive, protective, and always aggressive.

Matteo's dick began to thicken.

Rough, eager hands grabbed Matteo by the waist and held him firmly in place. Eyes locked together, Matteo leaned in until his lips grazed Ares's.

Electricity shot through their lips as their mouths desperately sought one another. Long-lost lovers finally being reunited as one once again. The pull he felt toward Ares's essence was beyond Matteo's control.

God, was a connection supposed to feel this strong?

A moan escaped Matteo's lips as Ares gripped a handful of his ass cheek.

"Mmm, love that meaty ass of yours," Ares growled as he bit down on Matteo's lower lip.

"Yeah? Why don't you show me just how much you love it?" Matteo teased, yanking the end of Ares's bow tie and pulling the material free of its knot. It was sweet that Ares had tried to dress up for the occasion. Once again, trying to impress Matteo with how well he could behave.

Truthfully, while Matteo appreciated a well-behaved gentleman in a nice, crisp suit, he appreciated a rough and dangerous man even more. Ares was his guy—every rough, sweet, and infuriating part of him.

Matteo jumped as a large hand smacked him hard on the ass.

Taking in a hungry breath, Matteo's eyes dilated.

Sex with Ares had always been a bit on the rougher side, which Matteo loved. Nothing turned Matteo on more than feeling a man's strength and aggression as the guy pounded into him… taking whatever he wanted.

Holding a position of power and control, Matteo liked when someone challenged him in the bedroom. He pretended to put up a struggle, but in the end, Matteo loved being dominated and forced into submission. And no one knew how to dominate better than the Egyptian brute standing before him.

Not wasting any time, Ares grabbed Matteo's dress shirt and yanked it open with the power of a hungry predator. Buttons burst, landing on the floor and table next to them.

"That was an expensive shirt," Matteo growled into Ares's mouth.

"I'll buy you ten more." The man snarled, then bit down on Matteo's exposed neck.

Matteo hissed as Ares's teeth pressed into his flesh.

Fuck , the man was a beast.

Down below, Matteo's cock pressed firmly against his trousers, craving the attention that his lips and neck were getting.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, Matteo yanked Ares's head back before diving down onto the man's exposed skin. He bit down. Hard. Enjoying the growl that escaped Ares's lips.

Payback, bitch.

"Fuck, I missed this," Ares heaved, fingers fumbling at Matteo's belt buckle.

"Having trouble there, old man?" Matteo teased, ripping open Ares's dress shirt and giving the man's nipple a firm squeeze.

A hiss escaped Ares's lips. His nipples were his weakness. The man loved having them played with and gently nibbled.

"I'll remember that comment when I'm balls deep in that tight little hole of yours."

"Promises, promises."

Letting out a snarl, Ares yanked open Matteo's trousers and shoved them down around his thighs.

Matteo inhaled sharply, feeling the cool air of the winter's night dancing along his bare skin—reminding him that they were about to fuck in his greenhouse. This section of the structure was quite a few degrees cooler than the sections where his plants were growing. Mostly, this area was used as a workspace to tend to items that needed fixing. A small window off to the side provided a crack of fresh air into the otherwise warm structure.

Ares gripped Matteo's dick, giving him a cocky grin as he began moving his hand along the length of his shaft.

"Tell me, Mr. GQ, how long has it been since you had these balls drained?" Ares whispered, lips barely inches from Matteo's.

Matteo looked up toward the ceiling as if deep in thought.

"Well, I had a creepy old dude with a fetish for break-and-enter blow me while I was vacationing in Spain. It was one of those community service blowjobs you allow once a year."

"Community service?" Ares asked, tightening his grip on Matteo's cock and squeezing his balls with his other hand.

"Yeah, you know, when you throw an unattractive guy a bone and let him suck you off once a year. I call it ‘giving back to the community.' Poor guy looked like he hadn't had a real man's cock in his mouth in years."

Ares tightened his grip on Matteo's balls to the point where Matteo could feel his stomach in his throat. Fuck.

"Community service, my ass," Ares snarled, releasing his balls and grabbing the back of Matteo's head so he could maul his lips once more.

Between his legs, Matteo never felt so much pleasure. Ares's calloused hands worked over Matteo's uncut piece of meat, causing him to spasm against Ares's body.

"Fuck…" Matteo gasped, thrusting his head back, refusing to allow himself to come too quickly.

Another cocky smirk.

"Someone's excited," Ares growled, continuing his assault on Matteo's cock.

Realizing he was almost at that point of no return, Matteo shoved Ares back, smiling as the stunned man's body bounced off the wall behind him.

"Let me show you how it's done," Matteo huffed, dropping to his knees and yanking Ares's pants down like the sight of them offended him.

Well, they kind of did. They were all that stood between him and that delicious dick Matteo couldn't wait to wrap his mouth around.

Grabbing the base, Matteo slid his tongue over Ares's mushroom head, loving the taste of precum as it danced on his tongue.

"You're such a good boy," Ares moaned, guiding his cock between Matteo's hungry lips. "Tell me how much you want this thick piece of meat."

Matteo's cock bounced up against his stomach. Fuck, he loved it when Ares talked dirty to him.

"Mmm, I want you to throat fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Make me gag as you have your way with me."

Giving Matteo a devilish smirk, Ares grabbed him by the back of the head before ramming his big meaty cock down Matteo's hungry throat.

Groaning, Matteo accepted his meal, opening his throat and letting the hefty weight slide across his tongue.

Most people would have been offended by the sudden assault. There was no finesse or gentle teasing—just a thick, hard rod being jammed down Matteo's throat. But not Matteo. He loved being force-fed a nice bulky cock—having his throat forced open and used for another man's pleasure.

"Such a good boy," Ares praised as he began to fuck deeper into Matteo's warm wet mouth.

Faster.

Deeper.

Harder.

God, his dick tastes amazing.

Matteo grabbed a handful of Ares's meaty ass as the man continued to pile drive into his face.

Jesus, the man knows how to fuck face.

Saliva dripped down Matteo's chin as tears flooded his eyes. He knew he looked like a hot mess, but judging by the way Ares's hips kept snapping forward, Matteo was pretty sure that Ares wouldn't be able to last much longer. Even with an injured foot, Ares didn't show any sign of weakness.

"Fuck," Ares snarled, grabbing Matteo by the arms and pulling him up to his feet. "Turn. Bend."

Those were the instructions given.

Matteo tried to control the sudden burst of excitement. His mind was on an endorphin high while his cock was ready to punch a hole through the table.

Oof.

Matteo's face was slammed into the surface of the worktable by a force that both startled him and turned him on.

Gasping, Matteo let the beast behind him take what he wanted.

Then it happened.

The warm wetness he'd come to love pressed up against his hole and began working its magic.

"Holy… fuck…" Matteo whimpered as his body gave in to the wickedness of Ares's tongue.

In addition to fucking like a god, Ares also ate ass like a goddamn savant.

Powerful hands wrapped themselves around Matteo's ass cheeks, spreading them apart so that the god of ass eating could get in nice and deep.

"God, that ass of yours tastes amazing. Like coconut and French wine," Ares moaned, finally coming up for air right around the third time Matteo saw God.

Rummaging around the workspace, Ares let out an annoyed grumble.

"Looking for something?" Matteo asked, curious as to why the GOAE was no longer enjoying his meal.

"Yeah, lube."

Chuckling, Matteo snapped off one of the stems from a nearby aloe plant. "Here. Use this." He passed the oozing green plant to his ass master, curious to see how he'd react.

Ares shrugged. "I've used worse." He took the stem and applied the jelly to Matteo's abused hole. "Condom?"

"I'm on PrEP," Matteo answered.

"So am I. No condom it is," he added, lining up the head of his cock against Matteo's waiting hole. "Just like old times."

Stretching out his body, he waited impatiently.

"You gonna talk all day? Or are you going to fuck me with that throbbing cock already?"

Matteo's cock was leaking everywhere, and his ass was stretched and ready for action.

His heart? The damn thing was busy beating a mile a minute… counting the seconds until he was wrapped in those big and powerful arms.

"You asked for it," Ares warned before ramming his cock deep inside Matteo's tight hole without warning.

Fuck!

Matteo threw his head back, blinking as colors of pain flashed before his eyes. He leaned into Ares and felt the man begin nibbling on his ear.

God, could the man be any sexier?

"Who does this ass belong to?"

"You," Matteo whispered, loving the way his ass stretched out as Ares worked his way inside.

Getting over the initial shock of being impaled by Ares, Matteo bent back over the table, spreading his arms against the surface as he prepared to get the pounding of a lifetime.

"Love seeing that tight hole wrapped around my cock," Ares said, sliding his meat in and out of Matteo.

"More," Matteo whimpered. "Harder."

Gripping Matteo's hips, Ares began his assault on Matteo's ass.

Faster and faster, Ares's thrusts were hard and deep.

The pain was incredible. Feeling Ares stretch his ass to its limit as he fucked into him without mercy was everything that Matteo needed.

"Your ass is so tight." Ares leaned forward to kiss the top of Matteo's shoulders.

Matteo secretly loved these little moments of romance. The stolen kisses in between the brute-force poundings. Ares was both strong and gentle, mean and kind. Everything that Matteo was as well. They were a perfect match. Soulmates for those who were into that sappy crap.

Adjusting his angle, Ares began fucking up into Matteo's ass instead of forward into the table.

"Oh, right there," Matteo gasped. It had only taken a moment, but Ares found that magical spot that always sent sparks flying throughout Matteo's body. "Fuck. Yes. Right there!"

There was nothing sexier than the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. If one were to walk into the greenhouse at that very moment, they would be greeted by the smell of sex, sweat, and lilies. The perfect scent for a hot fuck session.

Mouth falling open, Matteo rode out the pleasure flooding his desperate body.

"Oh… fuck… I'm gonna come," Ares moaned, digging his fingers into Matteo's hips as he unloaded his seed in Matteo's smooth ass.

Riding out the wave of pleasure, Matteo gripped his cock and followed his man over the edge.

Streams of hot cum shot from his cock, painting the wooden surface of the workbench beneath him.

With an exhausted sigh, Ares collapsed forward, draping his body over Matteo's.

"Comfy?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Cock feel good in ass. Cock live in ass forever," Ares murmured, clearly having no intention of ever pulling his dick out of Matteo's ass or even lifting his body off Matteo's.

This was it. This was how the boys were going to find him when he died of starvation—bent over a wooden bench with a dick up his ass. Oh, and cum leaking down his leg.

Yup. Classy as fuck.

"So, does this mean we've officially made up?" Ares asked over Matteo's shoulder.

Matteo turned his head slightly. "I'll let you know when my ass has forgiven you. Until then, it needs more attention."

Ares chuckled.

God, that was such an amazing sound. He really did miss that laugh.

Turning upward, Matteo captured Ares's lips in a kiss. They continued to make out, enjoying each other's bodies over the next few hours—Matteo trying his best to keep Ares off his injured foot.

Looking back at his impulsive act, Matteo kind of regretted shooting Ares in the foot. Had the man not been injured, who knows what the beast could have been capable of?

Still… the man did piss him off…

It was only after the third pounding of the evening turned morning that Matteo's ass finally forgave Ares.

It appeared that Ares's cock and Matteo's ass were once again best friends.