"why are you here?" Dylan asked as they both peeped.
"Pa stop it." A voice came. It was Daniel.
"You are my son. If the mission doesn't go as planned then we fall together."
"But I don't want you to. I tried to form something for myself."
"The wealth is ours noth that murderer." Nice pulled himself off his heart racing.
"Dylan?!" He woke him up hurriedly. He needed to save Daniel.
"Daniel's room number."
"You woke me up for that?"
"Yeah. Say it."
"Thirty nine." He stated as Nice shot out.
"Damn he asked me for another guys room and says my body isn't worth his sight. Aren't I handsome?" He asked. Madrigal just shook his head. One is in love and the other is in denial.
"Daniel?!" Nice knocked the door as some other guy opened it. It was Henry. He touched him abit. He was a black spirit. He ignored it and woke Daniel up.
"Hey!!" He stated as Daniel jumped to him and hugged him. Seconds later Dylan walked in.
"Hmmm" he cleared his throught. Daniel let go slowly.
"Can you tell me what you were talking of?" He asked. At first his instinct asked him to save Daniel but now it seemed more than just need of saving. He held his hands and closed his eyes.
"How is that boy ongoing?" Dante asked still standing far from him.
"Normal. Dad I don't want to be involved in the shitty stuff you want to do."
"Can't you just be like other people's sons?"
"Like who? The one who killed his great grandfather for wealth? You always compared me to him!" He stated tears strawling down his rosy cheeks.
"If you want to compare yourself to him so be it!"
"Who compares who?" Daniel asked yet again. Anger took the better part of Dante as his black spirit rose.
"You want to kill me? Go ahead. You never care for me either way."
"You son of a..." He stated as the dark spirit dawned on him. Then Nice's white spirit approached leaving room.
"Can you let go?" Dylan asked once Nice opened his eyes.
"Not that we are doing anything." Daniel responded.
"How long has it been on going?"
"Several years now. I have just given up."
"Was he good before?"
"Yes. Great grandma said he has a green spirit just like his brother but power is in his head.
"Will you be able to sleep or..."
"He's a grown ass man." Dylan said in his diffence. Nice looked at him then turned back to Daniel.
"Yes. I'm sure he's wondering where the white spirit came from."
"You saw it?"
"No. I just used to believe the old lady so I thought it was so. At first I thought she had risen fr the dead but when I saw you..." He gave a grin.
"Goodnight." Dylan stated pulling him from the bed.
"What is wrong with you?" Nice asked as he followed him. He didn't feel odd when he touched him but he knew he might be the weakness he didn't want. Dylan opened the door to the room and pushed him to the wall after locking up the door.
"What?" Nice asked keeping his eyes blank. The little attraction he had on him wasn't to be briefed.
Dylan held his thin waist with his left hand as he pulled him closer.
"Today you did two wrongs." He whispered in his ear.
Their heartbeats merged but only Nice could hear it.
"What?" He whispered back.
"The girls and now him."
"How is that wrong?"
"I like you." He responded as he placed his head on Nice's shoulder.
Damn this was hectic. He could feel his warm breath. Nice but his lower lip trying to control himself.
"Did I shock you?"
"No." He responded softly.
"Do you feel the same?" He asked. Nice didn't reply.
"Sorry but I just wanted to ask." He stated then passed his hand before his betweens. Damn he wasn't reacting.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Won't it make you feel worse?" He asked. He was too close to notice his movements and reactions.
"But you did it last time."
"I told you I wanted to know how it feels to have someone up close." He responded. He stared into his eyes. They were bright. Pretty. Full of love. He raised his left hand and held his head before pulling him for a kiss. He was no good hence stopped on contact. Dylan was surprised but couldn't let the moment go. Atleast though horny he could get a bite. He moved his lips slowly and skillfully trying to enjoy the moment. Embarrassing sounds came but the more they did the more he went on. Soon Nice tried to pull out but instead Dylan held him by his lips. Then he pulled off.
"You want to bite me?" Nice asked as he looked away.
"Sorry. I should go to the bathroom." He stated and let go walking towards the bathroom. His knees felt weak. He followed the walls to the floor.
"If you love him why pretend?" A voice came.
"Damn you watched all that?"
"You wanted me to close my eyes?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"Maybe. It's embarrassing." He responded as he stood.
"Your knees were weak."
"Maybe. Can we not talk of it?"
"You should help him. He's in there because of you."
"I didn't tell him up get horny."
"But just your touch does so."
"My? Are you sure?"
"He never lets anyone close as he does with you." Nice pulled up his blanket and covered himself up ready for another one if the many sleepless nights.
"What are we going to do?" Dante asked already pissed.
"It was the sent of the dead family."
"But Madrigal is still alive."
"That means they are dead." Then doors opened as mild light came in. It was Henry.
"Not all are dead. One is still alive and he is ready to take it all including the Madrigal empire."