Pretty Boy

                                    

                                          
Liam didn't know what to expect as he nervously waited on their bed. Dinner was already an awkward affair and after Damien's proclamation of him being Liam's he could hardly concentrate on anything while Damien acted as if it was the most obvious thing he said. As if Liam's world hadn't tilted from its axis and righted itself within a fraction of second.  Smith and Drake gave him meaningful smirks while Liam's heart galloped with the speed of a freight train. Choked with too many emotions he couldn't eat much and was thankful when the dinner was over. He subtly excused himself ignoring Smith's attempt to draw him further into conversations and headed straight to his bedroom. He wanted to be alone to introspect what Damien said. He wanted to desperately believe what his heart said was right, that he meant something to Damien, that his own feelings are reciprocated even if its a scrap of the other man's affection. Yes he was that desperate. Sometimes he laughed at his own foolishness, his own selfishness. For the last couple of months he had been in regular touch with his parents. He had limited access to a phone to talk to his mother to his heart's content. He really wanted to see them, but did he ever broach the subject with Damien? No.... Each time he wanted to ask him his voice choked. What if Damien granted his wish and ask him to go back? After all he had nothing to offer the older man anymore except for his heart, which he was not sure Damien ever would want. A few months back  all he ever wanted was to escape this hellhole, but now he was not sure anymore. As he tiredly glanced at the room, the room he had been housed for nearly a year shy of few months, he saw his books haphazardly laid here and there, his hoody careless hanging on the back of the couch, his game pad lying on the floor where he had been playing before lying on his back. The cream colour bed sheet had splotched paint marks from when he had been too lazy to get up and paint on the desk. On the walls few posters of his favourite soccer team and boy band were pasted. Slowly but surely it had become his home, a place where he was comfortable, contended. Sure Damien grumbled and complained about how untidy Liam was. But Liam always saw a light in Damien's eyes when he spotted another paint mark on the expensive bed sheet, his teasing remarks as he picked up Liam's clothes from the floor. But he also never erased any doddles Liam did on the wall. With a scowling face he always said "don't you have papers for those shit?" But Liam had seen Damien tracing those doodles with his finger tenderly with a smile on his lips whenever he thought Liam was asleep or not looking.
Now that Damien had declared that he was Liam's too.... What does that even meant? What was Liam supposed to do with that knowledge? It was a heady thought, a little scary too but Liam was merely a mortal pinning for the Devil. 
Sitting on the bed, nervous with anticipation Liam waited with baited breath for the man who was both in his dreams and nightmares. 
Damien felt irritated. He loved his brother, atleast as much as his limited ability to have feelings permitted him. But at that moment he wanted nothing more than seeking out the delectable boy waiting for him in his room. He pretended to be interested in whatever Drake had to say considering he actually came to report him about the Italian he had been dealing with. This deal was too important and the Italian was slowly becoming a pain in his ass with his stubbornness. So he should actually concentrate on whatever Drake had to say, come up with a plan together and crush the opponent like the nasty fly he was. But all he could think was about Liam. The way he looked at him as he tried to flirt with him. His sultry moves as he got up from the pool in his barely there swimsuit hugging his perfect peach shaped ass. He also couldn't forget the way Liam asked if he had any claim towards Damien? The way his voice trembled with uncertainty with almost barely there hope. 
How could the boy want him? After the way Damien treated Liam, wasn't he supposed to hate him? He was no better than a monster who wrecked havoc in the boy's life. How could he still feel anything for Damien? No one had ever wanted him, not his father who abused him horribly, not his mother who abandoned him when he needed her the most. He had Drake true but Adrian made sure he never got too close to his brother. Only when Drake came of age he started going against Adrian. So though there was a familiarity and trust they was never true bond between the brothers. Drake idolised Damien and Damien tried to shield Drake from the true horror of his world by taking the majority of responsibilities on him.