BRAWN AND DESIRE

 EMILIO'S POV

"I would put a bullet through your brains," Dante said, voice low, dangerous, as he stepped closer—body tense, shoulders squared, like a man ready to fight.

Emilio didn't flinch. Not outwardly. But his blood turned cold, a pulse thudding at his throat. The dark room pressed around them like a tomb, lit only by the faint emergency light from the hallway above. Dante's shadow loomed, cut sharp and real.

"You'd do it?" Emilio asked, chin lifting. "Go ahead then. You've wanted an excuse since the day I showed up."

Dante didn't answer. He just kept moving—slow, controlled, lethal. Emilio's back brushed the cold stone wall, but he refused to shrink.

"You set me up like a coward," Dante growled, eyes flashing. "Threw your mess into another man's hands. You fight like a boy, Emilio."

That stung. Emilio's teeth clenched.

He shoved Dante. Hard. "You humiliated me. Used that duel to shame me in front of everyone. You think I'd just take that?"

Dante caught himself, boots skidding slightly. Then he surged forward, grabbing Emilio by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

"You call that revenge?" Dante hissed. "Feeding me to wolves?"

Emilio struggled in his grip, but his voice stayed steady. "I did what I had to do. And I'd do it again."

A beat of silence.

Then it exploded.

Emilio ducked Dante's next move, elbow flying into his side. Dante grunted, spun him, and they crashed into one of the steel support beams. Fists gripped, bodies tangled in a brutal dance of rage. No clean hits. Just fury.

Emilio's breath tore through his lungs as he broke free for a second, only to be pulled back by Dante's grip on his sleeve. He twisted, turned, shoved him back, adrenaline pulsing through every vein.

"You don't scare me," Emilio spat.

"Then you're dumber than I thought," Dante growled.

They clashed again, slamming into each other until Emilio tripped on the step behind him. Both of them fell, crashing to the ground in a messy fight.

They lay there, tangled up, breathing hard. Faces close. 

Dante's knee pressing between Emilio's leg, his weight pressed down on him, his hand still gripping Emilio's shirt. 

Emilio's chest was rising too fast, his heart slamming like a drum. He could barely think.

The tension hung heavy in the air—neither of them moving,

Emilio's hands moved without hesitation, reaching for Dante's trousers. His palms pressed against the bulge, feeling the cock that lay limp beneath the fabric. 

Dante lay still, his full weight on Emilio, breathing hard, not speaking.

Emilio didn't understand Dante's silence, so he simply stroked his cock with rough but careful motion. Emilio was so hard now. His arousal swelling in his pants. His breathing ragged and shallow. 

Emilio's suddenly felt Dante's cock jerked to life in his palms, huge and seeking to be let out.

Dante whimpered, his voice shaking as he breathed out, "No... it was sharp this. Then, rougher, he gritted out, "Stop..." He shifted beneath Emilio, his pulse racing. Finally, he breathed out, "Wait," The word felt heavy, almost like a plea,

Emilio smirked, watching as Dante, once fierce and unstoppable, now lay completely vulnerable—like someone who had been utterly defeated.

Emilio's hands trembled as he unzips Dante's jeans, his lower body arced up as he pulled down Dante's briefs and pulled out his huge cock.

That was permission enough.

Dante's breath hitched.

They were on the cold, unforgiving floor of the underground, the chill of the night seeping into their bones. The dim light flashed overhead, casting soft shadows that barely touched their still forms. The air was sharp with cold, and the silence between them hung thick, broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths in the quiet, almost suffocating darkness.

Emilio's breath became heavier as he shifted, turning Dante so that he was beneath him. Then he sank down. 

He craved to see Dante's cock again, to have it deep in his mouth, to take it in deep in his throat and choke on it. Dante's raw masculinity, overwhelming in its presence, tempted him beyond control, and he couldn't pull away.

He quickly swallowed his huge cock, licking and sucking it even down to his shaft. He was more daring now, exuding confidence and certainty, unlike the hesitation he had felt before.

"Fuck" Dante threw back his head and a cry came out of his lips. He was breathing rapidly. Trembling even. He reached for Emilio's hair and squeezed it tightly.

Emilio kept on Licking, sucking and then he took him deeper into his throat. Dante moaned, his body convulsing as he splashed his load into his throat and Emilio swallowed everything. His hot splash was Salty and slightly bitter

Dante's cock went limp in his mouth as he pulled it away.

Emilio sank there still hard. Visibly aroused in his jeans and he needed a release.

No other hand would satisfy him. Only Dante's.

Dante yanked up his briefs and jeans in one quick motion, already turning away.

"Help me out," Emilio said, breathless and annoyed.

Dante paused, eyes dropping to his visibly aroused lower body for a second—then shook his head. "No."

"Fuck you," Emilio snapped, flushed with embarrassment. The smirk on Dante's face only made it worse.

Emilio with a quiet grunt lifting himself, Dante suddenly turned, grabbed him, and flipped him flat against the cold floor.

"What the—Dante!" Emilio gasped, heart thudding. But Dante just hovered above him, eyes unreadable, breathing hard.

Then Dante muttered, voice rough and dark, "I can't do what you did... but I'll make you feel better my way."

His hand shot forward, gripping Emilio's jeans and yanking them down in one harsh pull, knuckles brushing skin, breath hot against Emilio's neck.

He pulled out Emilo's cock and stroked it in his palm. 

"Ah," Emilio shuddered. What made it worse—what made it better—was that it was Dante's hand. Big, rough, and sure. Manly in every way. That alone sent a thrill through Emilio's cock.