17. Levi

Using his hand, he wiped the condensation off the bathroom mirror. He had forgotten to turn the bathroom fan on while showering once again. He never remembered. Matteo must have told him a thousand times to switch the damn thing on before hopping in the shower, but he never remembered. He always seemed to remember when he was right in the middle of shampooing his hair or jerking on his cock. At that point, it was too late. The steam had already done its job and covered every surface in the bathroom.

Levi stared at his reflection in the mirror. Hair wet, eyes blue as sapphires, lips dull as ever. He was reminded of the man that he used to be. The poor, pathetic weakling who couldn't stand up to his drunken alcoholic father. The man used to drink himself stupid, pass out, then piss himself. To this day, Levi could still smell the piss that used to waft through their two-bedroom apartment.

Shortly after his mother passed away, his dad moved them from his childhood home to a small two-bedroom apartment in one of the poorer parts of Paris.

It's not like his childhood home was anything to brag about, but at least it had two bathrooms and a backyard. This little tin can had one bathroom that they both had to share and barely enough room for two full-grown men to live in.

It was shortly after Christmas on the year that he turned eighteen that Levi found himself homeless and on the streets.

He couldn't handle it anymore. All his life, he had lived with the battery of verbal abuse that his father gave him and his mother. But it wasn't until the night when his father's actions finally turned violent that Levi realized it was time for him to leave.

As the last of the steam vanished from the mirror, Levi's focus turned to the tiny chunk of flesh missing from his right shoulder. The flaw was so minuscule to the regular observer that you might not even notice it was there.

But Levi knew.

He would always know that it was there.

That was the evening that his father stumbled into his bedroom, drunk as sin, and stabbed him in the shoulder with a letter opener.

Startled, his eyes flew open as the weight suddenly above him caused the bed to sink.

"What the fu—" his words were cut off by the sudden searing pain of something sharp entering his shoulder. He cried out in pain as his father rolled his body on top of his, pinning him to the bed between his legs.

"Where is it? Where ish it, you fuhken thief?" his father's voice slurred in the darkness of his bedroom.

The only light that entered the room was cast by the television that shone in the living room.

"Ow! What, the fuck?" Levi shouted in pain.

It was too dark to see what his father was holding. The only thing he knew was that it was sharp and painful.

"Where is mah fuken whisky?" his father growled once again. "I knows you hid it."

"Get off of me, you crazy drunk!" Levi shouted, for the first time, fearing for his life. He was trapped under his bulky, bear of a father, who was piss drunk and wielding some sort of weapon.

Another stab of pain shot through his shoulder and down his arm. His father had stabbed him again with whatever the sharp, tiny object was.

Panic set in. Was his father trying to kill him? Using all of the strength he could muster, he pushed his father's weight off of himself and crawled out from under his body.

He spun around and glared at his father. Then he saw it. The tiny flicker of light against the metal surface in his father's hand.

A letter opener.

His father stabbed him with a fucking letter opener!

He glanced down at his shoulder and was shocked by the large amount of blood pouring from the tiny stab wound.

Fuck!

Levi ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Better to be safe in case that drunken asshole tried to come after him again.

He grabbed a hand towel and applied pressure to his shoulder. Pain shot through his arm when he put pressure on the wound.

Bang!

His father's body banged against the bathroom door.

"Let me ins!" he shouted, as his father beat the door with his fists.

Levi stood away from the door, terrified, and waited in silence. The banging on the door eventually faded, being replaced by the sound of clothing sliding against the surface of the door.

"I hate you, you fuckin' fag. Come out here so I can stab those fuckin' eyes from your head! Those are your mamma's eyes! She gave them to you. Now you gonna use them to attract other men, then let them men stick their dicks up yer ass until they're done! Give me back your mamma's eyes!" His father let out one last growl before bursting into sobs against the bathroom door.

That was the moment when Levi realized he would never again be safe living under the same roof as his alcoholic father. The out-of-control violence and hatred shown tonight was just a glimpse of things to come if he stayed. He couldn't take that chance.

The next morning, he grabbed whatever cash he could find hidden in jars around the house and said goodbye to his father's passed-out body. He slung his ratty duffel bag over his shoulder and left the two-bedroom apartment they shared for the very last time.

Staring at the ocean-blue eyes that his mother gave him, Levi opened the contact lens case and fished out the contacts that would give him the seductive violet eyes that he would use to seduce men. Men that, as his father would say, would use him until they were good and satisfied.

Placing his protective lens over his eyes, he stared at the tantalizing orbs that stared back at him. These were the eyes of power. These were the eyes of control. These were the eyes that made men weak in their knees and hard in their pants. Yes, men gave him their dicks, but it was he who selected which men had the honor of filling his body.

Touching the piece of missing flesh from his shoulder, Levi walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, ready to conquer the world.

Just as Levi emerged from the ensuite bathroom, his bedroom door flew open, and a smiling Isaac came running in like the devil was on his heels.

The door slammed shut behind him.

"Protect me!" he shouted, grabbing Levi by the waist and throwing them both on the bed.

The blue-haired ball of energy quickly grabbed the duvet and threw it over their heads. He held Levi and pulled him close to his body.

"What the fuck?" Levi asked, chuckling at the hurricane that had just stormed into his bedroom.

"Jared. Mad," Isaac chuckled as he buried his face into Levi's bare chest.

"Where is he?" an angry Jared shouted.

"Oh, shit. He sounds pissed," Levi chuckled. "What did you do?"

Whenever Isaac or Levi did something that annoyed Jared or one of the older boys, they always sought protection from one another. They were each other's "guardians," so to speak.

"I may have slipped a Viagra into Jared's water bottle when he was about to go for his morning run," Isaac giggled.

Levi burst out laughing. "Yup, you're dead. Was nice knowing you, buddy. Can I have your PlayStation once we bury your body?"

"Fuck that, I'm burying that baby with me when I die."

The bedroom door flew open and banged against the wall.

"How did I know I would find you cowering under the covers with your partner in crime?" Jared growled, rounding the bedframe.

"I don't know who you are looking for, but it's just Levi here with his smelly feet," Isaac responded in a high-pitched voice.

"Hey!" Levi whispered, punching his brother in the arm. "My feet don't smell, you skank-ass bitch."

Isaac shrugged his shoulders just as the duvet was ripped off of them, and a scowling Jared glared down at them from above.

"Oh, hey, J! What's up?" Isaac asked, glancing down at the massive boner jutting out of Jared's jogging shorts.

"I'd say a solid eight inches," Levi chirped before letting out a chuckle.

"I'll, hey, what's up you!" Jared said as he jumped onto the two of them and began tackling them both.

Jared was ex-military, so he outweighed and outmuscled both of them together. Isaac and Levi both chuckled as they tried to work together to overpower Jared, but their efforts were futile.

Jared, the king of wrestling, somehow managed to pin Levi under Isaac's body, while Jared positioned himself on top of Isaac's.

"You think that jogging with a massive hard-on is funny, do ya?" Jared asked, pushing his weight down on both of them.

"Well, yeah, it's kind of funny. Having that thing flop around, saying hi to everyone as you run past them. You might make a lot of new friends like that; you never know," Isaac chimed, ever the smart-ass.

"You know what I find funny? Dick slaps to the face." Jared reached into his shorts, yanked out his junk, and proceeded to smack Isaac's face with his thick piece of meat.

"Hey!" Isaac squealed. "You don't know where that thing has been! I don't want pink eye!"

This time, both Levi and Isaac burst out laughing.

"I'll give you pink eye. Let me just shoot my load in your face," Jared jeered.

"God, all I smell is dick," Isaac giggled.

"All right. What the hell is going on in here?"

All three boys froze. Perhaps he couldn't see them if they didn't move.

"I swear, you guys act like kids sometimes," Matteo noted, walking into Levi's bedroom. "If you are done licking Jared's dick, Isaac, can you please get off Levi so he can finish getting dressed?"

"Eww, I'm not licking anything of that meathead's," Isaac muttered.

Lifting his six-foot muscular body off the two weaklings, Jared tucked his junk back into his shorts, then hopped off the bed.

"I'm heading to my room to rub one out," Jared announced as he left the party room.

Levi and Isaac rolled over on the bed. Somehow, Levi had inherited several older and younger brothers since coming to live in this house. Secretly, he loved having them all as siblings.

"If you're done playing with your brothers, it's time to get your ass up and ready. We got work to do," Matteo barked at Levi.

"Thanks for the protection, Lee," Isaac chirped as he made his way to the bedroom door. He stopped just before and peeked his head around the corner. "Jared?"

No answer.

Isaac breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come here, come here, my sweet little pig," Jared's voice taunted from somewhere down the hall.

Isaac swallowed hard. "M?" he asked, looking toward their boss for help.

"Out," Matteo ordered, pointing toward the door.

"Just go to your happy place," Levi joked. "And don't forget to breathe."

Isaac gave him the finger before dashing out of the room, then letting out a scream and a yelp, and what could only be described as Isaac being thrown over Jared's shoulder and having his ass slapped hard.