While Damon was enjoying his walk, he took a sharp turn. Besides a closed shop, under a light, a man in his twenties looked around stressed. In the start, Damon thought it was a random junkie looking for his hourly dose, but as he came closer to him, he found out it was a simple stranger. The guy was on his phone, letting out some growls and frowns, tapping its screen harder before almost breaking it. "Dammit...." he recalled with a sigh; he looked scared. The man pushed his phone back in the pocket of his jean jacket and leaned against the shop's bright-coloured wall.

You could barely see people outside this late, and this person didn't look like a threat. The last time Damon helped someone, Abigail, along with Mason, appeared in his life and messed it up. Maybe he was unlucky that one time and it was a simple coincidence. No one ever had a dire fate because of helping people, or that's what Damon thought. He could help someone for real this time.

"Hey, are you alright?"

The stranger lifted his head; he looked young. His face was paler than the moonlight. He pressed his fingers through his brownish hair; Damon saw a couple bluish highlights in there. The guy scanned Damon from head to toes; he didn't seem to trust him.

"Um yeah...."

"Are you lost?"

The guy gulped and stood up, taking some steps away from the drug baron; Damon kept starring at him, trying to help. The stranger looked again at his phone and wanted to make it work, but it was useless as the battery was too low for it to function.

"I... need to get home, but my phone died...."

"Are you from here?"

"No, I am a tourist, and I live at an Airbnb apartment...."

"Do you remember the address?"

"Um... it's... Well, I remember that it's close to the Prince Edward Theater. So if I manage to get there, then I'll be fine!"

"That's about twenty minutes from here, uh...."

Damon looked at the man waiting for his name; the stranger glared back, confused, before gasping raising his hand.

"Oh, um, I'm Gedeon."

"Damon, nice to meet you."

Damon shook his hand with a smile. The stranger looked kind out of the sudden, not a threat at all, just a lost guy.

"So, I know I am a stranger to you, but I have my motorbike around the corner, and it's a bit too late to go to your apartment on foot. I could take you there if you want."

"That... would be amazing; you're an absolute saviour, Damon!"

Damon laughed and nodded, walking, Gedeon by his side.

"So a tourist, hu? You look young to be here all alone."

"Oh, c'mon! I am twenty!"

"Twenty, hu? Are you studying in some kind of university or...?"

"I study architecture in Russia."

"I bet you're Russian yourself, too."

Gedeon giggled and chuckled before turning to Damon with a shy smirk.

"How did you know?"

"That thick accent, mate, says it all."

Damon got on his motorbike wearing his helmet before giving the spare one to Gedeon. He thanked him and put it on.

After taking him to the Prince Edward Theater, Gedeon remembered the road back home. Damon stopped the motorbike's engine in front of a block of flats and lifted his head to glare at it. He took his helmet off and saw Gedeon trying to find his keys in the pockets of his jeans.

"Are you staying here?"

"Mhm... Voila!"

He shook them in the air, excited, before unlocking the main entrance quickly. He opened the door and looked behind at Damon, who was still on the motorbike.

"Thank you for bringing me all the way here, Damon."

"Don't sweat it out; it's okay. I couldn't leave you alone there; the junkies would eat you alive!"

Gedeon laughed before unzipping his jacket, his tight white t-shirt visible now. There was silence for a couple of seconds. Gedeon glared at Damon and gulped.

"I know what I'm about to say may sound... strange, but I have three bottles of Irish whiskey, and I'd love to share them with someone."

He talked shyly and turned red for a second. Damon checked his phone; he still didn't want to go home and face Brianna and Deetra. A bit of alcohol never harmed anyone, though, and he knew he would take it seriously and not get wasted.

"Some whiskey would be nice right now."

Damon parked his motorbike with a silly grin and followed him. He thought he'd face a small student apartment but was left speechless when he met a luxurious roof terrace apartment. He looked around; it was big and expensive for sure.

"Wow...."

"Sorry for the mess; I tried to explore London today, but I got lost, so I didn't clean at all."

"It's fine."

The apartment was pretty clean, and Damon couldn't see the mess that Gedeon was referring to. Gedeon had money, but his clothes didn't look that expensive at all.

"Suit yourself; I'll be right back!"

He patted Damon's shoulder with a smile and headed to the kitchen. Damon kept looking around before taking a seat. The sofa had a greyish colour, and it fitted perfectly with the living room's light coloured walls. The atmosphere felt cosy and familiar, and the room was aesthetically pleasing. Gedeon seemed like he knew what to pick.

Gedeon walked out of the kitchen and sat beside him, leaving on the golden metallic table two expensive whiskey bottles along with two glasses and some ice.

"Where's the third one?"

"Let's finish these ones, and if we are still alive, we can have the third one!"

He laughed, receiving a chuckle from the drug baron who had just grabbed Gedeon's glass. Gedeon studied closely every Damon's movement, how he was putting ice gently in the drinks and how he was filling them with alcohol carefully. He bit his bottom lip slightly and held his glass tightly before raising it. Damon clinked his glass with Gedeon's before taking a quick sip. Gedeon kept starring at him before sipping a bit from his drink.

"So, Gedeon, your apartment is lovely and looks quite costly. What's your daddy's job?"

Damon leaned back with a smirk; Gedeon looked away, drinking again from his whiskey.

"My dad owns around six 5 Star hotels in Russia, so let's say I grew up eating on golden plates."

The drug lord rolled his eyes with a silly grin; he had already downed almost all his drink without mercy.

"How about you, Damon? How's daddy's money?"

"I didn't say that my father has money."

"Your Versace suit says otherwise."

Damon chuckled softly, filling his glass with more whiskey; Gedeon was for sure observing. He didn't say anything back, just continued drinking. Gedeon didn't really like that; he moved closer to Damon with a smirk.

"Are you working?"

"Yes."

"I bet you're in the medical field."

Damon gulped, staring at him in the eyes, Gedeon keeping the eye connection as much as he could. He brought the glass to his lips before hitting his tongue against his teeth.

"Not really; I am a businessman."

"Businessman, hu? Sounds interesting. Do you wear your fancy suits all day and sit behind an office?"

"I make trades, have some deals here and there. I am pretty busy usually."

"That's exactly how I like my men, mysterious with a stable income that's none of my business."

Gedeon highlighted the word "men" with his accent, but Damon said nothing in return. He was waiting for a question, anything but Damon just whispered back, "That's nice," before having more alcohol.

Damon couldn't tell if the room was dipped in sexual tension or awkwardness, or both. Gedeon was trying clearly to hit on him, and he didn't know what to do. Yes, Gedeon was a tall young man with a handsome face and nicely sculptured body and biceps but still an unknown possible danger.

Time was going on, and the whiskey started tasting sweeter and sweeter. Those past evil thoughts about Gedeon had disappeared here and some hours and Damon knew he screwed up everything for once again. He was drunk, his shirt half unbuttoned with his body weak against the comfortable couch. He had smoked about half a package until now, and he was ready to light up another fag. Gedeon didn't seem that drunk as Damon had consumed most of the bottle. Plus, he was almost stuck on Damon's side, and his fingers were through his hair. Damon's head was spinning around, and his eyesight was quite blurry; he didn't have the energy to tell him to go away or stop. He was enjoying it anyway.

"So, Damon, do you have a girlfriend?"

That question caught him off guard. They hadn't said anything about relationships all night.

"No. Do you?"

"I had a boyfriend, but I caught him lurking around my best friend. It seems I wasn't enough to him."

Damon lifted his head and turned it in confusion, Gedeon's face was already dangerously close to his, and their lips were almost meeting.

"I thought homosexual people hide in Russia cause, well, the government could easily imprison you all."

"Nothing is illegal if they don't catch you, Damon."

Damon heard more than this phrase, or that's what he thought. His ears also heard, "And you should know it better," but he wasn't sure. His imagination was wild, and the alcohol wasn't helping. Gedeon wasn't a bad man, just a lost student close to St James's Park. He was just lucky that a kingpin found him and took him home with his motorbike - the right moment, right place, nothing weird.

Damon closed his eyes for a moment to calm down, but Gedeon took advantage of it and kissed him. His eyes shot open, stress took over his body, not knowing what to do. He gently pushed his palm against his chest, making him pull away and stare at him, confused.

"Is everything alright?"

"Look, Gedeon, you are a great man, but we both are drunk and don't know what we're doing-"

"I know what I'm doing and what I want."

Gedeon brought his lips closer to Damon's ear and started whispering.

"And all I want right now is your body against mine fuc- "

"Okay, okay, let's calm down a bit...!"

Damon laughed, shivering as he tried to pull away from Gedeon. He successfully did it, but a few seconds later, Gedeon was on top of him, sitting on his laps facing him. He really screwed things up this time.

"You really don't crave me at all?"

"Gedeon, I - "

Gedeon's left arm was on Damon's crotch by now, and Damon couldn't stop gulping, trying to talk right and reason with him. He was already moving his fingers, and Damon was too weak to push him away.

"Then what? Tell the truth, dammit!"

Gedeon pressed his hand more against Damon's pants, making him bite his tongue with force. He lowkey hoped this whole situation was a big dream.

"Well, what do you want from me!? Money, luxury!? What!?"

"N-Nothing... I just... I just like you a lot."

"... You like me?"

"Y-Yes! I don't want your money Damon, I am already sickly rich! I just... find you handsome and... Fuck it, I am so sorry...."

Gedeon got off Damon and curled on the sofa, unsure. Damon glared at him, still confused, and hesitantly put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's... fine."

"I thought you weren't straight; I am sorry...."

"I didn't say I was straight, but - "

"You're not?"

Gedeon looked at him; his eyes lit up for a second.

"...No..."

"So uh... do we...? Nah, I don't think so...."

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking and moving Damon's body around like a puppet. On the other hand, perhaps Damon's stupid brain was craving sex at that specific moment and didn't care about gender. But, hopefully, it was the whiskey's fault when Damon grabbed Gedeon's face and smashed his lips against his.

Kissing led to more and more, and no one stopped until their clothes were on the copper-brown marble floor. It was too late, and Damon was already enjoying himself with Gedeon's sounds and his actions.

But every action has consequences, and Hopkins hadn't faced his yet.

A/n: Remember to comment, like and add the book to your libary if you liked it :)