"Get your hand off me," Andy whispered to the mafia as the room envelope in deadly silence. Xaviar kept his hand in place, ignoring Andy's threatening voice. In all his life he'd never wanted someone as bad as he'd wanted Andy, "I said, get your -"

Andy was cut short, a gasp escaped his lips as Xaviar wasted no time in slamming his lips onto the younger man's own. As if time itself had stopped, Andy's eyes widen at the contact of Xaviar's soft plump lips colliding with his cracked ones. Sparks seem to ignite within the young man as Xaviar deepened the kiss, consuming Andy more and more as the seconds went by. 

Andy's eyes rolled back, and a quiet moan escaped his lips when Xaviar hand snaked it's up to Andy's already bruised neck, holding it firmly in place.

With a low growl, Xaviar shifted himself so he was now hovering above Andy's slightly slender frame from the leather couch they were seated on. 

Unable to control his urges, the older man grabbed hold of Andy's ruffled hair with his other hand. Tilting the younger man's head back, moans of pleasure unknowingly slipped out of Andy's lips. Xaviar took that as an opportunity to drive his tongue into the boy's waiting mouth. 

Xaviar couldn't help it, Andy's so hypnotizing. The younger man makes Xaviar wonder if Andy was somehow the devil in disguise, for Andy he isn't like the others. 

The two men cradled each other while they both indulged in what the other had to offer, so lost in the moment they had forgotten about the hatred one shared for the other. 

Finally, after minutes of pure indulgence, they both break contact from the passionate kiss they shared only seconds ago to get a breath of fresh air within their burning lungs. 

Both men gazed into each other's eyes. One held confusion, while the other held longing. 

Just as Xaviar was about to lean in for another taste of Andy's swollen lips, the younger man spoke up, "Stop." Andy's hand came upon Xaviar's chest, stopping the older man from leaning in any closer, "This isn't right." Andy said, "I-I can't, not with you."

Xaviar's head hung low at Andy's words, although he didn't blame the man, he couldn't deny the stinging pain in his chest as if he'd just been shot all over again. 

"Andy." Xaviar said, "I can change, just, please. Forgive me?" Xaviar laid his hand back against Andy's thigh, a hopeless call for affection, "Give me one chance, that's all I'm asking for. I know we hardly even know each other, but there's something about you. There's something special about you Andy. I can't express how sorry I am. Forgive me Andy and I'll make you the happiest man on earth. You can't pretend you don't feel something towards me. I know you do. Your eyes, they light up Andy." Xaviar pleaded, desperate for any sort of affection. 

Andy shakes his head from one side to the other, "This is happening way too fast." Andy replied, "You had me locked up for eight freaking days Xaviar. And when I tried to escape, your men did this." Andy pointed toward his scarred neck.

"I'll deal with whoever did that to you." Xaviar assured, "I didn't know they would lock you up. I was unconscious for god sake. I regret every day for what I've done to you, I want to make it up to you, that's why I'm offering to pay for all the damages -"

"You don't get it, do you?" Andy interrupted, and a sigh soon followed, "Money doesn't fix everything Xaviar." Andy ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration, "You're a bad person. Inside and out, I refuse to be with someone like you."

A tiny droplet of tear slipped out of Xaviar's eye, landing on his cheek. He for some reason, beyond hurt. Andy's world hit Xaviar in places he never thought anyone would get too. A part of him he'd shut out from the world, yet everything Andy had just said was true, but all he wanted was a chance to change. 

Xaviar knew that he could, he just needed someone beside him. Someone who would never give up or betray him. Someone to love him unconditionally. 

Andy took notice of the stray tear, unconsciously his thumb came up to Xaviar's left cheek, wiping away the single teardrop from the man's stubble face, allowing Xaviar to inhale the natural - yet intoxicating scent that came out of Andy's body.

Just as Andy was about to lean in to kiss the cheek where the tear had left a stain, Andy snapped out of his trance-like state. With a loud sigh, the younger man lifted himself off the couch, "Goodbye Xaviar." Andy said, making his way toward the front door, leaving a man who was rumored to be cold and fearless - broken and vulnerable. 

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Andy roamed the streets once more, head hanging low and cursing every so often, with nothing but the clothes that lay on his back. 

After he'd left Xaviar sulking on the couch, he went back to a place that was supposed to be home. Instead, when he had gotten there, he was shocked to see someone was already staying there. When Andy confronted his landlord, the man said he'd thought Andy had skipped town, and since the rent was due he didn't see an issue. Andy would've been on the streets in any case if he didn't pay. 

Although Andy understood why the man did what he did. Andy was still pissed at him for throwing away every item Andy had owned, even down to his baby photographs that he'd cherished all those years. 

A black Bentley pulled up beside Andy, stopping the ranting that was going on in his head instantly. The young man's head immediately snapped to the side as the tinted window came down revealing a smirking Xaviar behind the wheels. Andy rolled his eyes, "What do you want now Xaviar?" Andy questioned in annoyance.

After Andy had left the mafia home earlier, Xaviar had thought the younger man had gone back to the comfort of his home, until hours later did he know different. 

Justin had informed Xaviar about what had happened to Andy's place only a few days ago. The landlord had thrown out all of Andy's belongings and rented out the place because of the boy's absence. 

Being the love craze fool Xaviar was, he couldn't let Andy be taken to the streets again, even if the man had clearly stated he wanted nothing to do with the mafia. Xaviar wasn't one to give up on something he truly needed. And goddammit, he needed Andy with every fiber of his being.

"Get in," Xaviar demanded, emotionless and stern. The mafia was done playing games with Andy. He wanted the younger man and he damn well is going to have him. 

Andy, on the other hand, felt as if Xaviar were back to his old self once again. Andy arched his eyebrows at Xaviar's change of tone from earlier. 

"No." Andy firmly stated, a challenge lingered within the depths of his voice, while a small smirk making its way across his freckled face as he continued walking away to god knows where. 

"Goddammit, Andy." Xaviar got out the car, slamming the door shut, and trailed behind Andy. 

Sensing Xaviar's presence behind him, Andy stopped and stared at the angry-looking mafia who was now inches away from him. "

"Where are you going, huh?" Xaviar demanded an answer. Andy sighed, but kept quiet, "That's what I thought." Xaviar said, taking a step forward, "I'm not letting you sleep on the streets anymore Andy. Do you hear me? Now get your ass in that car, or so help me God I'll drag you in there if I have to." 

Andy stare in utter confusion at the man in front of him, a man who but only a few weeks had scared the hell out of Andy, but now appeared harmless to the young man. Andy wasn't scared anymore. "Fuck you," Andy mumbled with a barely audible chuckle as he began walking away once again.

Xaviar scrunched up his nose, along with his bushy eyebrows. The mafia man hurriedly strolled up to the younger man and quickly grabbed hold of his arm. 

"Come here," Xaviar said, pulling Andy near him.

"What the hell man -" Andy stumbled backward, obviously taken back by surprise from the older man's harsh grip.

"Shut up Andy!" Xaviar interrupted with a bit of menace lingering in his voice, "I'm taking you back home with me and that's it -"

"That's kidnapping." Andy struggled, trying to loosen Xaviar's firm grip, "Bloody hell, stop Xaviar." Andy demanded - more like commanded in a tone he rarely ever used. 

As if he'd somehow changed from a raving lion to a trembling street cat, Xaviar compiled, from having taken notice of Andy's unexpected, dominating aura. 

The two men stood there in the empty midnight streets, the only sound that could be heard was their heavy breathing as they stared into each other's eyes. After what felt like forever, Xaviar bit his lower lip and dropped his eyes in submission to the man in front of him. 

Finally, he had given in.

A satisfied growl willed Andy's lips. Staring at a helpless Xaviar, Andy couldn't deny it any longer. He does have feelings for the mafia, although faint, the feelings were there.

Taking that as an opportunity to subsequently give in, with one swift motion, Andy slammed the older man into one of the many stores that engulfed them in the deserted night streets. 

Xaviar's breath got caught within his throat from the impact, however, he dared not look toward the man who he had taken everything from. For once in his life, Xaviar yielded himself to be vulnerable. With that arrived a feeling so unfamiliar, it brought a biting sensation inside Xaviar he didn't know he would enjoy.

Andy brought his lips closer to Xaviar's ear. "Tell me," Andy said teasingly, "What you want Xaviar."

Andy's words sent chills down the older man's spine, unknowingly causing a moan to escape his needing lips. "You," Xaviar whispered with want. 

"I can't hear you. Speak louder." Andy husked out, letting his tongue lapped it's way across Xaviar's ear, causing the man to grunt from the contact. 

"You," Xaviar said once again, this time a little louder.

Andy smirked, a part of him wanting to drown in Xaviar's will to bend, another part wanted to claim Xaviar here, and now.

Choosing the latter, Andy groaned, slamming his lips into the mafia's own, igniting moans and underlying sparks from both of them in the process. 

They caressed each other with such passion, taking everything the other had to offer until there was nothing left to take.

Both men held against each other once again, this time neither would ever let go of the other. Together they would spend the rest of their lives protecting, comforting, indulging, and sacrificing for each other. 

Together the two men from entirely different backgrounds would become inseparable, and unstoppable, building their empire even bigger than when they'd first graced eyes upon each other in that tiny gift store at one of the cross streets in the small city, of Amsterdam.

The End.

Author's Note: Someday I'll extend this story. That being said, I'll remove parts of chapter seven.

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