Hi dear all, so as promised in the weekend I had two updates and today is Anatoly and Oleg' turn. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter, which as usual turned out rather long. We left them with those two girls and what will happen now?

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OLEG POV

“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”  by Tabitha Suzuma, “Forbidden”.

Anatoly wanted to ask something else, and precisely what I meant by saying “allowed pleasure”, but there was not going to be an answer. However, right when he was about to speak, two ladies stopped at our table offering two bottles of beer and clearly in the intent to flirt or engage any type of conversation. His first reaction was to send them off, but strangely enough he quieted down and simply exhaled his irritation out; I knew girls did not interest him, for he was gay and already admitted the opposite sex did not really sort any effect on him. It was something I related with quite well.

I looked at the girls, smiling and wearing rather short and adherent clothes, one of them eyeing Anatoly with evident interest. It was not the same pair I met at the bar, but another one and it didn’t surprise me. As already stated, the brat attracted attention and of course it was not just because of his hairstyle and dressing; Anatoly had something in him that pulled interest and people toward him, and his brash and abrasive attitudes had the effect of in fact instilling curiosity, because it was evident he had much more than meets the eye. However, Anatoly hadn’t realized any of this.

“Please, have a seat.” I said and he shot me a look that had me almost smirk, but it was better to ignore it.

Calling his expression surprised did not make it justice. And call it annoyed was not enough. As he caught my look, he rolled his eyes and snorted something to the girls. I had come to understand many kinds of people and these two here would not take a refusal as option and there was no need to be rude, especially with women. It was all part of the game: if a person was interested then he/she would try to attain the desired object, but the other one might be interested in that or not, as it was up to that person end or continue the game. Of course, when someone would step a certain limits things changed, but at the moment there was nothing of that sort.

“Thank you and is a Bud ok for you?” The one with long black hair asked me handing the bottle, but I politely shook my head and refused it.

“Thank you, but I cannot drink. I drive tonight.”  Anatoly shot the girl quite the annoyed glare and I eyed him meaningfully, and of course he understood the message.

“Is it ok for you? What’s your name? I’m Marilyn.” The one with wavy, short red hair said to Anatoly and he faked an amused expression as he smirked at her.

“Like Marilyn Monroe? I can see you sure have some common traits.” He was being obviously sarcastic, but the girl didn’t get it.

“You are so sweet, but I should dye my hair blonde, like yours. What do you think?”

“That would give people an ulterior reasons to make more jokes..” He snorted under his breath and I sighed and placed a hand on his knee, as to say to behave. His body stiffened at once and his eyes darted at me glaring me all sort of his usual insolences, but I ignored it and he bit down a remark. “You would look awesome with blonde hair.” Again, the way he said “awesome” was clearly meant to mock the way people said it here, but it only made the girls giggle more.

“What the fuck do they have to laugh so much?” He groaned in Russian and they both widened their eyes and blinked at him with renewed interest.

“You speak, hmm, was it maybe Russian? That sounded so sexy.”

“How did you guess?” Anatoly mocked and I spoke to stop what was about to come.

“Yes, we do speak Russian.”

“Now I see why you have that accent.” One of them smiled and tried to move closer, but from the way I was seated it was not possible. “And what’s your name, handsome? We never saw you two around this place, so you don’t come here often, right? By the way, my name is Rachel.”

“We do not come often, correct. Nice to meet you, Rachel.” I shook her hand politely, but avoided to tell her my name, which should have already been quite the message. But she ignored it, as it was clear from her smiling and flirting.

“You guys stand out quite a lot in here. Say it, what about drinking this and maybe have something to eat together? We could cook something for you.”

Anatoly faked a snort with a chuckle and then rolled his eyes muttering something more in Russian.

“Thank you Rachel, but we are good with just relaxing here and drinking. Tomorrow is Monday and we need a good night sleep.”

“Didn’t old geezer need only a few hours of sleep?” Anatoly muttered in Russian making the girls giggle and laugh more, one of them going to touch his arm. I observed his reaction as he pulled back without bothering to cover it; he was not much the touchy-feely person and did not like strangers touching him for no reasons and I could understand his motives.

“Oh my, you’re such an interesting one…?” Marilyn, the red-haired girl, tried to ask for his name and he eventually groaned it out.

“Anatoly, very nice to meet you.”

“I like your tattoo on your neck, what does it mean?” At her words he stiffened a moment and unconsciously brought a hand up to cover it.

“Do you come here often?” I decided to ask them to distract the attention from Anatoly, as his discomfort was evident, because he was still in the regret phase and so it wasn’t easy to face certain arguments.

“Yes, we don’t live far from here and our friends are into bike racing, so they love this bar.” Rachel brushed her hair behind the shoulders and leaned closer, purposely touching my knee with her. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us for dinner?” She gave me an unmistakable inviting look, slipping her hand on my thigh and I decided that was enough.

The limit had been surpassed.

“We are both sure, Rachel. Anatoly and I only want to enjoy a drink.” My voice had shifted from the polite tone to the cold authoritative one, and she picked the change at once, given she pulled back and looked between us confused.

“Are you guys on a date?” She then ventured and before I could reply, Anatoly opened his mouth first.

“The hell? Are you freaking nuts? I might be gay, but I’m not on a date with this old geezer here.” Well, that sure made clear none of us was interested in further company. My eyes moved to him and when he met my stare, he shook his head at something going on in his mind and then snorted out clearly irritated. His temper sure was quite the interesting one.

“Oh, you’re gay?” The red-haired one said in shock.

“Yes, why? Got a problem with that? You see, I have no qualms in telling off a girl.” I sighed and, without having the girls noticing me, my hand stopped on his knee and gave it a firm and warning squeeze. He felt it immediately and had him cool his temper down, as he exhaled and massaged his temples. “Look, sorry, didn’t mean to be a prick, but some people can be quite the judgmental fucktards in the department.”

The two ladies said nothing for a moment and then both conveyed their attention to Anatoly, as it was clear the brat had problems with some people accepting his sexual orientation, and completely changed attitudes. As I said, he had so much more than meet the eye.

“Oh no, we have nothing against homosexuals. You know, we participated to the last gay-pride parade and it’s been such great fun. We were surprised, because you look nothing like gay, but calling this hunk here old geezer?” They both softly laughed and Anatoly rolled his eyes. “Your friend is super hot.” One of them, Rachel, winked at me and I ignored it, concentrating on Anatoly, as it was rather amusing witnessing his reactions. She was a persistent one, though. “So you will not be jealous if I ask your friend to dance with me, right? Do I have your permission?”

“Ha, good luck with that. This one here is a boring and damn impassive bastard.” He snorted and then suddenly stood up. “Sorry ladies, it was real fun talking to you.” The sarcasm could be cut with a knife, but again, the girls did not detect it. He shot me a dark glare and then snapped his head to the door. He wanted to leave and to be honest, so did I. What was the point in having allowed pleasure very close, but not being able to enjoy it? “But old geezers need to sleep early and brats have school in the morning.”

They eyed him in complete shock and confusion and I decided to step in and give a proper end to this. I politely went to shake their hands, giving a nod.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Rachel and Marilyn. Good night.”

“Good night, it was nice to meet you, too..” I tilted my head without answering the unspoken question and then walked to the door, as Anatoly had already left the place. He was outside shaking his head and muttering something, and when I approached him, he jumped out.

“Fuck, you always do this shit. Sneaking on me on ninja style. Is it so freaking funny to scare me?”

“No, it is not.” I simply said, while unlocking our helmets.

“Did I make you lose a chance?” He asked while assessing me with pointing eyes and I just ignored the question, as he should have known the answer already. “Hey, I asked you something. Aren’t you going to answer? Or what? Did I really make you lose a chance? Right, as if. Just walk in there and every girl would be willing to strip and jump at you. Just snap your fingers.”

I looked at him and then smirked seriously amused. Anatoly did not realize how women eyed him inside that bar.

“What’s so funny?” He groaned.

“Why are you so upset? I made clear it is not in my nature to behave irresponsibly and that impulsively. I had no interest in deepening the acquaintance with those two girls.”

“I’m not upset.” He fired out crossing his arms in front of his chest, indicating the complete opposite. I handed him the helmet and he snatched it away as my brows arched.

“You are not upset?” I asked and he let out a frustrated breath.

“Yeah, I’m pissed, ok? I have no idea why, but I’m fucking pissed off, are you happy now? Damn, don’t even know why.” I smirked and studied him a moment, taking in the particulars of his presence. Then I checked the time and see it was not late; I knew Mr. and Mrs. Denisov were not worried about their son staying out the entire day, because I had already given them notice about our plans and they were fine with everything. He might be nineteen, but still their son and it was only correct to notify. I started my bike and Anatoly pushed his helmet down, but did not move. “Are we going home?”

“I thought you said my company is boring and dull.”

“I didn’t say that.” He snapped and I smirked more.

“Did you not say to those ladies I am a boring and impassive bastard?” He stared at me with evident boiling annoyance and then finally decided to climb behind me.

“Ha, she wanted to dance with you, I mean, are you fucking kidding me? How lame is that?” My bike roared to life as his arms tightened the grip around me, and I felt his upper body pressing on my back and his knees stroking my thighs. His muscles flexed a moment when I turned my head to look at him. “So what? Are we going home?”

“You have school in the morning.” I pointed out and the roar of the bike surely covered his groans.

“You think I’m going to sleep this early? And I’m hungry and sure don’t feel like going back home right now, where with all chances that chipmunk will be around with my idiotic brother. So if you need your beauty sleep, fine, I’ll get my bike and go somewhere.”

I sighed and shook my head. What a patience threatening punk he was. Why couldn’t he ask about something directly?

“Anatoly, what do you want to do?” I made sure to plant my eyes on his and saw how they widened for a brief moment. “I told you; no duties today and yes, I agree it is not late. So if you have something in mind, just say it. You well know my patience with your attitude is not infinite.”

I knew where my limits stood and how to deal with them, so I decided to allow a little more for today. It was not just a matter of what was permitted and what not, but a question of emotions and their instillation. If you felt any emotion for someone and knew it was not appropriate, but in fact prohibited, the solution was one and only one. Not nourishing such attachment. And this was where the other side of my limits stood.

“I’m hungry.” He stubbornly said and studied my eyes with some hesitation. “Do you know a good place without bimbos trying to impress a gay brat with the size of their boobs?”

A silent glance went between us as the bike purred under me, and his arms somehow clenched around me. I nodded at his question and once more witnessed as he tried to repress a smile of satisfaction; I saw nothing wrong in admitting he enjoyed my company, for I enjoyed his company, but of course it had to do with his attitudes.

I knew a place that would be quiet and truth be told, I was a man that took pleasure from a calm atmosphere. It had nothing to do with my past in the army; it was part of my nature. My head turned to the front and I shifted into first gear; as soon as speed picked up, his arms tightened more around me.

ANATOLY POV

Those two skanks had fucking boosted my blood pressure to the stars.

Damn, one of them even had the guts to ask him to dance. I mean, did she have eyes or not? I got the other one was a complete dumb-case, but for crying out loud? That much dumb? Dancing with this impassive and ice-made-I-have-no-freaking-emotions bastard? You gotta be shitting me. What mostly annoyed me had been my sudden reaction. As she uttered those words and leaned closer to Oleg, almost undressing him with her eyes and clearly wanting to ride him right there, oh damn, I saw red. It fucking got me so mad that I had to stand up before saying or doing anything I would regret. Don’t get all shocked now and think I would hit a girl; sure, I had been a piece of trash in the past, but never lifted a finger against a woman. Never. And things were not going to change, but give me a break. I was about to snap and knew it was wise to get some fresh air.

What if he wanted to stay over? Oh shit..he actually invited them to sit down, wasn’t that so? But Oleg said that he wouldn’t do anything stupid and promiscuous and he didn’t exactly strike me as a man to bang the first chick he met. No, that wasn’t the impression he gave me; sure, he was damn hot and didn’t need that bimbo to tell me that while she drooled over him. Fuck me, I saw it myself how hot and hug….oh damn. What the hell was wrong with me? I sound je…no. No. That was not the reason. No. It was because I couldn’t tolerate being interrupted every freaking time I had the chance to have a normal conversation with this bastard here, right.

Yes, that was the problem. Nothing else.

He bent to the side and my knee almost scratched the asphalt; my arms automatically tightened as it was pointless hold onto something else. God, he was so solid and sturdy. Was this man made of what? Steel, concrete and rock? Fuck me, I seriously needed to get a break from this. Was it because I was sexually frustrated? That might be the reason; I mean, I was an angry and temperamental nineteen years old guy with healthy sexual appetite that had been neglected for quite long. Yeah, I dare any of you to act all cool and neutral if around such example of beast. Yeah, not anymore so smartass, right? The most annoying part was that that blockhead of my twin was right: I was about to settle of my right hand and some porn. Right, how pathetic was that?

Oh fuck.

Flashes of this bastard’s hunky and muscular body crowded my mind and I had to gulp down; the fact he was inked didn’t help one freaking bit. I had always found tattoos damn arousing in a man and I guess that was the reason I had that with…let’s leave it, Anatoly. What are you? Had I some masochist tendency for keeping reminiscing the gone and buried past? It was gone and done. Period. And no, I sure had no freaking and fucked-up masochist tendency, before you form any weird and moronic idea.

I peeked at the streets around us, but I couldn’t recognize the surrounding, seeing it wasn’t close to where I lived, and then he slowed down and reached a secondary street with small houses and wondered where the hell he was about to take us. His red babe stopped in front of a dark and one-story house right in the corner, more isolated from the others. Oleg switched the engine off and removed his helmet; I eyed him skeptically as I pushed the visor up and looked more around, not understanding where we were and why we were here. There was nothing around.

“Err, are we going to some private and freaky party?” I ventured just to earn a stern look and then complete silence. I rolled my eyes and followed him as he climbed off his babe. “Where are we? I’ve never been here.”

“I am sure you never were. Only Mr. Denisov saw this place once.” Oleg took a couple of steps toward said lonely and small house and before following him I removed my helmet and stood there a bit longer. “You said you are hungry or did you change your mind, Anatoly?” I knew that tone of voice and it immediately flared my blood, but it was better to keep it cool at the moment.

“I didn’t change my mind.” I snapped and in all answer the bastard simply turned around and walked forward. “Impassive and damn stuck-up bastard.” I muttered under my breath, as I stepped behind him, now producing out a key and about to open the door of the house. Yeah, it was small, but it looked tidy and well kept, with a narrow garden that had nothing out of place. The door opened and he took a step inside, going to turn the light on and removing his shoes; I did the same and my eyes wandered around, but there wasn’t much to see, only the entrance corridor that led to another room. “What is this place?”

“Are you afraid of something? The house is not hunted.” He smirked in his usual irritating way and that had him earn a snort from me.

“I am afraid of nothing.” I challenged and with those words he tilted his to me and stopped where he was, for then turning to me and pinning my back at the door in the motion to close it.

“You are afraid of nothing, Anatoly?” He asked now with calm but hard voice, as his eyes drilled mine and made me swallow down slowly. Oleg was standing too close to me and his arm rested on the door right beside my face; damn it, I had to concentrate with all myself to keep my stare on his and level my breathing, because I’m telling you, the mix of his cologne and of his raw Oleg-like scent had quite the fucking effect on my senses. Why the hell was he standing that close? I shoved him away and he chuckled, but there was no humor in that, only his cold way to mock me. “And you are afraid of nothing, of course.”

I froze there a moment and snapped my eyes at him. He couldn’t have guessed what was going on in my fucktard mind, right? Because I would beat the shit out of me myself. This was not pathetic. Way freaking more than just pathetic.

“What do you mean? What do you know about that? I bet a creepy and sadistic bastard like you is afraid of nothing, right?”

He said nothing for a moment and then took my helmet and placed it on a simple shelf right there in the entrance.

“We all have fears, Anatoly. They make us grow stronger and more mature.”

For the first time I had nothing to say in response to that, as his words left me completely tongue-tied. This man here, a huge beast of probably 6’6’’ with so much muscle that would make Hulk look like a scarecrow, with such piercing and authoritative eyes that didn’t need to utter a word to make anyone turn on their heels and get the fuck out of his air…this man here that had with all changes beat that piece of shit and terrified him so much that he’d rather go to jail that face him again, well…this beast here had fears? I couldn’t believe it, not even if I were to see it with my own eyes.

“I don’t believe you.” I said without really thinking about it and he calmly assessed me with a silent look and then removed his leather jacket.

“What you don’t believe?”

“That you have fears.”

“I am a human being, Anatoly, not a machine.” I snorted at his words and chuckled, but it wasn’t meant to sound a funny and amused chuckle.

“Give me a break, Oleg. As much as it fucking annoys me to admit it, you’re damn scary and intimidating. You were in the GRU and I can bet my nuts you fought in missions and war. You’re always so composed and controlled that it really irks my blood, but you always know what to do.” Oleg leaned on the wall as I spoke and under his scrutinizing and authoritative stare I had to look away a moment, something that pissed me off to no end, but it wasn’t easy to challenge his eyes. “I’ve got my doubts about you being a machine or not. Maybe a new well created prototype of Terminator?” I rolled my eyes and then went to move from there, not liking how the air around us suddenly felt thicker and heavier.

And then that old and emotionless geezer almost had me jump out of my skin. He let out what was a chuckle that for the first time was not meant to be dry or mocking.

“I do not really like Terminator.” He simply said now leading the way.

“Figures, do you even watch TV?”

“Rarely.” Why that didn’t surprise me at all?

As I already said, this man here was not human and end of the discussion. And his sizes proved it. Oh damn…here we go again. I shook my head and then realized we were in a small but perfectly kept living room where everything looked so in order and clean that it seemed to be in one of those show-rooms. And then I halted and for some idiotic reason my hand clutched his arm.

“What is this place? I mean, I see it’s a house, but...is it yours?” I asked letting my eyes wander more around and taking in all the simple details of the room. Of course it belonged to Oleg, I mean, look at how freaking perfect and tidy it was.

“Yes, this is my house.”

“I didn’t know you had one. I mean, you always are with us and never really noticed you…” I stopped as awareness drowned down on me. “Hard to realize when you are damn busy being an idiot and piece of trash like I had been, right?” I spat out feeling a very bitter and acid taste almost suffocating me. He completely turned around and stopped right in front of me, so close that his warmth almost touched my body.

“Anatoly, we all make mistakes. It is life and it means growing up. We all did something we regret, but what makes the difference are our future choices.”

I didn’t dare to look away from the nearby wall. I was breathing deeper and faster, as my heart thundered in my chest. It wasn’t just the sudden close presence of this man that messed me up that much, but his words, his voice, the fact this bastard here always knew what to say in the right moment, as if he could read inside of me. I had no idea why of all persons Oleg was the one that fucking messed me up that much. It was so damn irritating, so infuriating, so….arghh…I clenched my fists and flared my nostrils. There was no way I would let him see my weak side. I had already exposed myself quite ridiculously in front of him and there was no way in hell it was going to happen again. For crying out loud, I was a man and not a pussy.

“Why are you so upset?” I kept silent, because I had no idea what I could bark out.

What the hell was wrong with me? What? Shit, the fact was that I was here alone with him, in his house and sure, we had spent time together, but never this alone in such confined place.

And never this alone talking this much, about such things, him that close.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why I had to expose myself so much in front of this bastard here? Why? What was so special about him? Damn it…it angered me so much. Argh…

“Anatoly look at me.” I stubbornly kept piercing the wall with my stare, but it was impossible to ignore the second time he called my name. And that was because of the tone of his voice. “Anatoly, I said to look at me. Now.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” I snarled clenching and unclenching my fists as I shot him every sort of silent insult that was crossing my mind and believe me when I say it was a huge deal of insults.

“What makes you so angry? Your past? Your mistakes? Your weaknesses?” My blood exploded in my veins and rushed to my brain with such hasty that left me almost deaf. I growled out of frustration and saw red.

“You damn annoying bastard.”

And then did something VERY stupid.

As blood and moronic anger coursed in my veins and literally made me see black for the irritation, completely clouding that little of intelligence I had, my fist went to collide with his damn square jaw, but of course it never reached home base and the result was me being pinned down on the couch behind me.

Oleg had effortlessly caught my punch and twisted my arm behind me sending me face down on the couch.

“Damn it…arhgh…” I groaned even more infuriated.

“That is why I say you are an immature brat, Anatoly.” I felt his voice right on my ear and I froze there. Well damn, not exactly frozen…because his body weighted down on me and the muscles of his chest pressed on my back through the fabric of his shirt. “That is why I tell you to control your temper. Now, speak before I lose my patience. What is it that upsets you that much?” I kept silent as I felt more of his body on me and my mind was on a complete chaos of thoughts, emotions, images…fuck…what the hell was that? “Anatoly.”

“I hate that you can always guess what I’m thinking. I hate to show my pathetic and weak side, especially to someone like you.” I admitted with raw and resentful voice and at my words he pulled back and, with his well known delicacy, he dragged me standing on my feet. I massaged my wrist and his eyes darted on that.

“Sit down a moment and then I will make something to eat, but first sit down and listen to me. Without letting your bratty attitude out, am I understood?” I first looked away to swallow down whatever came to me, but then nodded, knowing I had no way out of this. “Sit down Anatoly.” I did as he said and Oleg sat right beside me, sighing probably already out of patience and in that moment my eyes closed.

Again.

I did it again.

Again I had been a complete idiot that knew only how to ruin something good. We had a damn great day racing and such, and then my temper had to ruin it.

“Anatoly, look at me and get your head straight.” My glance shifted to his face that looked calm and composed. “You made a big mistake, needless to say otherwise. You behaved very lowly as you went around with that gang, when you did what you did, putting your family in a serious state of worry and dread. But Anatoly, it is in the past, do you understand my words? You took the decision to leave the gang and ask for help and forgiveness. Do you think everyone is ready to bow their heads and take such humble step? No, believe me.”

“But I did it. I beat my brother’s boyfriend and why? For which reason?” I slumped back and rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “I insulted everyone around me and now I don’t even know if Sasha and River will ever consider me a friend again.”

“They will, with time they will.” I shook my head at his words and sighed out. “I will say it again. We all make mistakes, Anatoly, but it is what we choose to do after those mistakes that make the difference. You wanted to change and you did it. You faced problems and confusion in a delicate moment and they scared you. It happens.”

“You just called me immature brat.” I muttered and I bet my balls he smirked in that evil and dark way.

“Because you are an immature brat that loses his temper for nothing. It is normal to have weaknesses; just learn to become stronger through them and stop letting regret have the best of you. Regret only turns everything worse and consumes energies. You have a family and friends that love you and that would do anything for you; you think everyone out there is blessed with such luck?” I shook my head knowing he was right. I was lucky; I really was. But then his words and the way he said them, sounding as if he knew what he was talking about because directly experienced on his skin, made me think about something.

“Have you ever made a rather big mistake?”

“Yes, I did.” Was his honest and immediate answer, and I automatically darted my eyes at him probably looking like some moron in some demented shock.

“You? Hard to believe.” He replied nothing and so what he said was true. “What happened?” I asked before thinking and then I shut my mouth and cursed at myself for that.

“One day I will tell you, but not now.” He pushed himself up and his eyes scanned me with such intensity that I gulped down. This man here had such raw and commanding magnetism that literally cracked the air around him. And fuck me, his raw magnetism was as well damn arousing. “Come, I will make something for dinner.” I nodded and followed him with my eyes as he walked to the kitchen, not able to tear them away from his massive back, drawing them down to his ass, fit, round, sure as hell hard as rock, and at his thighs, his jeans strained over their muscles. I slumped back on the couch and sank my hands in my hair.

I think I was going out of mind here. Yeah, I seriously was.

Oh shit…so that was how things were, right? Oh damn…that could not be possible. I found Oleg arousing and attractive? This impassive and scary bastard here? I was beginning to think my twin brother was right. I had suicidal tendencies…or I had hallucinations. Yeah, that maybe was the case. Hallucinations, sure. Nothing else.

I punched my head and then stood up, following him into the kitchen and decided to sit at the table a moment to cool down.

“Do you want help?”

“No.” He searched into a cupboard and then shot me a look. “I have very little left, as I did not consider the possibility of having dinner here.”

“Anything is fine for me, really. You don’t have to cook; we can simply order something, like a pizza or whatever you prefer.”

“I do not particularly enjoy pizza.” Another detail that did not surprise me. And this creepy bastard called himself a human being? Right, my ass, let’s talk about that. He stared at me a moment and then fished his phone out of his pocket and pressed a number. “Any preference?” I shook my head, because one thing I sure had in common with my twin brother: I wasn’t picky with food and when hungry I would wolf down anything edible. “Very well.” He said and then talked to the phone.

When the conversation ended he walked to the fridge and then handed me a can of soda.

“No more beer for tonight.” His severe voice said and sure, I was honestly tired to argue with him.

“Not even complaining.” I snorted as I relaxed on the chair and removed my jacket. “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Why do you have this house? I mean, you live always with us and seriously, in these past months I never noticed you going away or such.” And then I wished to bite my tongue off. My words made me sound like a stalker or like a teenager with a ridiculous crush desperately checking on the object of their wet dreams.

“I need a place for myself occasionally, and recently I only came over to keep it in order. When your parents take a long vacation and do not need my assistance, I take a break here.”

“You said only dad saw it, right?”

“Your parents helped me in find the right house, but yes, only Mr. Denisov came here once.”

“So my brother doesn’t know about it?”

“I believe Dmitri does not concern himself with what I do.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He was damn right about this.

“Yeah, he only concerns himself with that chipmunk.” I dropped silent thinking about them and felt his eyes on me; no need to ask what he was thinking about and we both understood each other in the silence that stretched in the room. “I’m not jealous of his pet because of what you are thinking about.”

Why the urge to justify myself was that strong? Fuck…that was something else that irritated me when it came to Oleg. The need to explain how things really were, something I never really cared about before or with anyone else.

“I did not say anything nor asked a thing.” Was his only reply.

“But we both know how things are and the fact this had pretty much fucked me up years ago, but it’s not like that now. It’s different; Dima is my brother and I only see him as my idiotic and moronic twin.” And my best friend, but this was something I preferred to keep for myself. I wasn’t that mushy to admit such thing. What made me react in such way with Jasper was the fear to lose Dima again…to be cut off from his life. How pitiable that was of me?

“Anatoly, you do not need to explain me anything.” Oleg said as if sensing what was going on inside me. “Some matters need more time to be properly solved and forcing them is not the solution.”

This bastard here was a continue surprise.

“Are you that wise because you’re such old geezer?” I smugly said smirking at him and he just shot me a hard stare and shook his head.

“It is you being an immature brat.” The corner of his lips tilted in that annoying but damn turning-on smirk and I torn my eyes away at once.

I freaking needed a break. A huge and satisfying break that did not involve my right hand. For some mental and crazy reason my eyes shifted to him and trailed down his massive frame stopping right at his groin and the words “huge and satisfying break” thundered in my head as flashes of his naked body suddenly decided to have fun in taunting me.

I was going nuts. I mean, did you get what I was talking about?

Fuck, I was really going nuts, going slightly mad.

I swallowed down and slumped on the chair.

No freaking way in hell. Not him.

Author's chit-chat:

Ok, who else wants or needs a shout-out? Let me know!

So, what are your ideas and opinions on this chapter? Who was expecting the day to turn out like that? I bet nobody thought Oleg had a small house for himself.

As you can see, things between Anatoly and Oleg are never easy and always very charged and the tension is quite heavy. Tolya needs to learn how to control his temper and Oleg sure is the best person for him.

We cannot expect them to have a normal teen-agers relationship or reactions, because Oleg is almost 35yrs old and I will never get tired of saying it. But well, hope you enjoyed this chapter! And what to expect in the following one? Maybe a new POV?

Ok, some of you asked me about my updates schedule, so here is: I have NO schedule. Whenever I have free time I write and then post, so I'm sorry, but cannot give you fixed days. I try my best to update regularly every week, but hey, we all know how life can get busy. No worries anyway, updating soon.

Until next time!