General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

Lee thought the other’s unhappy expression was for kissing his hand. What he didn’t expect was for his lack of confidence in himself. He went to pull back, the other gripping his chin, keeping him right where he was. “I… I don’t agree.” He admitted, his gaze off to the side. “I’m not… any of those things.” He felt bad, not for himself, but for Dimitri having to hear him say such things. To Lee, it was the truth. After years of his father’s abuse, he had no self worth.
 
Dimitri scoffs, and stands, his hands tight, but gentle, around Lee's waist. "Okay." He slides his hands down to the other hips, lifting the boy to carry him. He guides Lee's legs around his hips and starts walking.

"We'll show you just how perfect and beautiful you are."

He strides away from the bar, abandoning their drinks and heads towards the way they entered the party.
 
Lee was startled as Dimitri simply stood up, his arms and legs wrapping around him tightly so he wouldn't fall. "Ah! Wh-What... where are we going?" He asked, relaxing his hold feeling the other hold him up. "Dimitri..." he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of his neck, a little embarrassed to be carried out like that. "What are you doing..." He asked softly, looking above his shoulder to see them leave the club. "You don't have to do anything. It's not a big deal."
 
Dimitri shushes him, pulling Lee's phone from the other's pocket and handing it to Lee, "Tell your friend we had to leave. Make up some excuse or be honest, I don't care." He walks to where the car was parked, setting Lee down for a moment. He opens the back door, gently pushing Lee in and following after him.

The driver jumps slightly, looking back and starts the car, pushing a button to roll down the privacy screen, "Sir?"

"The estate. And leave that damn screen up." Dimitri snaps, almost growling his words as he stares at Lee.
 
Lee blinked, feeling his phone leave his pocket, momentarily worried he was taking it from him until it was handed to him. He quickly relaxed, nodding and texting Kas, letting him know Dimitri wanted to leave and Lee wanted to make sure he was okay-- some simple excuse. He held onto his phone after sending the message, the two already reaching the car. He was set down and he stayed put, letting the other push him inside, simply complying as he didn't seem thrilled.

He moved to the corner, shuddering over his tone and words. "D-Dimitri?" He asked, frowning as he realized he was staring at him. He almost didn't want to be left alone with him, the other making him nervous. Just how was he going to show him how beautiful he was? Perfect-- how? He felt so lost, unsure how he was going to accomplish such a thing. He probably couldn't, the other would be wasting his time. How could someone get so upset for him about such a thing?
 
Dimitri pulls his jacket off, leaning closer to Lee, "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. In fact. . ." He grins, "I think you'll enjoy what I'm going to do to you."

He grabs Lee's hips, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show he was in control. He drags Lee closer, hesitantly and slowly in case the boy didn't want to come closer.
 
Not going to hurt him? Such a shame...

No. Lee had to be good. It was a little conflicting, Lee loved pain and wouldn't mind if the other laid a hand on him, on the... other hand, he didn't know what was happening. "Y-Yeah?" He was nervous but didn't resist as the other grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. He enjoyed the hold on him, the other moving him as he saw fit. He was mostly curious and wanted to see what he was going to do. He moved himself closer, letting the other know it was fine. He would climb into his lap, straddling him, unless the other didn't want him there. He could always lean back, to allow the other to be on top of him. He was uncertain and just let Dimitri control him.

"What are you doing~?" He seemed more relaxed, way more curious now.
 
Dimitri smirks, and tugs off Lee's shirt, running his hands up and over the other's skin. Any scars her felt or came across, he mentally clocked, but he didn't let his admiring touch stop or slow. He kept going, pushing Lee to lay on his back, leaning forward to press his lip against the other's sternum.

"You are beautiful, and I'll spend all night showing you if I have to, Sprite."

He licks and kisses his way up to the base of Lee's throat, using one hand to gently pull on Lee's hair.
 
As the other began tugging his shirt off, Lee quickly realized what he was doing. Oh, so this was what he meant! Lee would enjoy this immensely! Grinning, he helped the other remove his shirt, letting him push him down. His heated skin felt the cool leather, making him shiver. His nipples perked up from the cold, Lee enjoying the touches along his skin. He tried not to think about Dimitri touching his scars. He knew where they were, Lee mentally wincing, emotionally so. He tried to not let it bother him, but when it was the focus... ""Mm... Heh. You'll be here forever if you attempt that." He laughed softly, doubtful. He ran soft fingers through Dimitri's hair, gasping softly and letting them leave his scalp as that mouth moved up.

He tilted his head back, giving him room, groaning at the tugging on his hair. He panted softly, far too eager as it had been too long. "Mnn..."
 
Dimitri grins and pulls back, sweeping his gaze over Lee's body. He loved scars, he had a map of his own, and to him, all scars were was a show of strength. He touches one of the scars on Lee's torso, "Tell me about this one." He demands, his other hand still sliding up and down, lips descending onto a perked nipple. Though he would stop if Lee refused to speak.
 
Lee flushed looking up at him, realizing he was looking him over. He felt those fingers over one of the scars, Lee immediately recalling where it came from. "What..." He muttered, looking off to the side, unsure if he wanted to tell him. "Ah!" He gasped, biting his lower lip, stopping himself from running his fingers through his hair again, keeping his hands to himself. As he was quiet, not answering Dimitri's request, the other stopped and Lee whined. "No... damn." He muttered, sighing. "He... he whipped me. With his belt." Groaning, he covered his face with his arms, one crossed over the other. "A lot of these marks are from whippings." He admitted.
 
Lee was about to question what he meant when he attacked his nipple. His back arched, nearly right off of the seat, the male groaning aloud. His hands clamped over his mouth, not wanting to be loud. "F-Fuck, ahh..." How many times? He had lost count long ago. "I... I don't know. It's been too many," he answered after moving his hands to let him hear him. For years, his father alternated with his belt, and his hands, sometimes just by shoving him into things or getting kicked with a heavy boot. Those had left horrible bruises, long gone by now as it had been a few years since he escaped.

He didn't exactly want to think about his father abusing him while they messed around, but he couldn't complain. He was finally getting touched and it was by Dimitri. At long last! If talking about this allowed them to mess around, then he would do it.

"He didn't just use a belt. He had these big, heavy boots he would kick me with." Usually, his father would somehow get him to the floor, typically by shoving him down, so he could continuously kick him.
 
Dimitri sighs softly, and pulls back, sweeping his gaze over Lee again. He counts quietly, "Thirty-six. . ." He whispers, humming. He grins up at Lee. "You have thirty-six minutes before you're bent over and screaming in front of a mirror. Until then. . ."

He leans up, kissing Lee deeply. He intended to spend the half hour with soft, gentle touches. The kind that would make someone feel like gold or glass.
 
Lee blinked, looking up at that raking gaze. "Thirty-six...?" Oh... He swallowed hard. God... He couldn't wait. His gaze softened and as the other leaned in, Lee wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled him in close, holding him there as he accepted the kiss. He parted his lips, allowing that tongue to slip inside, Lee's rubbing against his. He moaned softly, nearly clinging to him as he didn't want them to part. He had been wanting to kiss him for a while, it felt wonderful finally getting to. If the other tried to pull away, Lee wouldn't be able to help but whine and cling.
 
Dimitri laughs softly, slowly sliding his hand down, over Lee's hip and over his thigh. "So fucking beautiful. . ." He whispers against the boy's lips, pulling back every so slightly, staring at the other's eyes. "My perfect, amazing Sprite. . ."

He kisses Lee again, pushing his tongue into Lee's mouth again, tasting his sweetness and warmth.
 
As those hands moved down, over his thighs, Lee couldn't help but spread his legs. He wanted more, but the other made him wait until they were home. He didn't necessarily want to do it in the car. Well... That could be hot. He tried to turn his head away, still not agreeing with those words, but the other pulled back and looked into his eyes, Lee drawn to his gaze. His... God. That alone felt wonderful. He eagerly accepted the kiss, lip parting once more, allowing that tongue inside. His arms around his neck shifted, moving to his back, just wanting to touch, to feel him.
 
Lee gasped softly, those touches and kisses so gentle, he was too damn excited. He already had an erection that was quickly growing the further down he got. He let out a soft whine mixed with a whimper, “No…” he felt stuck. He could just lie… but Dimitri would know, wouldn’t he? He seemed to know a lot already, able to tell when he hid what he really wanted to say and such. His hands came up to hide his face again, not wanting to be seen. The other could easily move his hands, to pin them so he couldn’t hide anymore.

He would help by lifting his hips when the other would remove his pants and boxers. His cock stood at attention, twitching as the cooler air hit it.
 
Lee had been able to see the other shirtless before back when the other helped him in the bath. It felt different, in such an intimate exchange. He frowned, the other having him feel the scars on his chest. “N-No, it’s not like that. The scars don’t make me ugly, or you… I just… don’t care for how I look.” He shrugged, though happily took the chance to feel his chest.

He didn’t think scars did anything, other than just show he had been hurt.
 
Lee felt the other begin to roll them, surprised to find himself on top. He gently cupped Dimitri's cheek in a hand, looking at his face. "Damn right, I do." It felt a bit awkward, being naked and straddling the other, but he started to not mind it. He let out a small, content sigh as those hands ran along his back. "I'd love to know just how you see that about me. I just... I just can't see it." He could have easily begun grinding in his lap but stopped before his hips could begin moving. He didn't have permission, he couldn't act on his own, and the control Dimitri had over him was teaching Lee some much needed self control, making him think before he acted.
 
Dimitri hums softly, "Well, you're still alive, aren't you? Despite all injuries, physical or mental. You pushed through when so many people would have given up." He grins at Lee, "That's strength."

He gently grips Lee's hips, his thumbs brushing over his hip bones, "It is such a beautiful strength, Sprite, to be here when so many aren't."
 
"I suppose..." He quietly listened as he listed off the ways. "I feel more like a coward, running away instead of facing my problems." Instead of facing his father, the one who always beat him for just existing. The moment he could, he escaped, living with Sam or in their shared dorm with Elliot.

"God..." he almost rolled his hips from the touch to them alone. "I just want you to touch me." He kept his hands to himself, beside the one that still was on the man's cheek, gently rubbing under his eye with a thumb. So handsome...

"You shouldn't admire a coward." He shook his head.
 
Dimitri hums softly, "I can let you beat him." He runs his hands down Lee's thighs. "We'll have him locked up in the basement. You can do the honors of picking what happened to him."

Dimitri's gaze darkens, "I can even hit him with a belt." He stares up at Lee. "No one makes my Sprite feel inferior."
 
Lee was surprised, his eyes widening over his words, his hand moving from his cheek. Beat him?! "Y-You're serious..." He was at a loss of what to say, never having expected that. "I couldn't..." He didn't want any part of that. Yet, to get revenge for the hell he put him through all those years, forcing them to move to the States, his reaction to his wife's death. If that never happened, would he have met Dimitri? His brother... whatever brought him to form a gang and get himself killed, in the end involving Lee.

"I never would have met you." He admitted softly, sharing that though that crossed his mind.
 
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