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Inducing Desires

Inducing Desires

Auteur: Byrex

En cours

LGBT+

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Introduction

Craving for one another, there desires run wild, there list burns exploring there emotions. A touch runs deep darkening there infatuation, thirtst quenching from the friction of there heated body. Leonel and Ismael, heirs to ruvalry business empires, find pleasure in themselves, a pleasure that leads burning love , a flame that scourges all it touches.
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Chapter 1

Soft music, cup clinging sound pervaded the environment.

The topnotch deco, the elegance of the hosts and guests, the rich fragrance remenancing the air, a lot of dignitaries present, all elaborated on class,power and riches. Yet the most vivid of them all was the heated discord all around, the fake smiles ,cheers and laughter, the hidden daggers the each shot at one another, rich men there life had great tales to tell.

"Hello sir , what would you like to take" the waitress enquired bring ismael back to where he had been sitting.

"A glass of wine would do" he replied with a smile. If only the disgust he felt at that moment could be shown.

"Ok sir" the waitress replied and walked away

His face turned into a quick frown, his eyes rolling sideways.

"What stupid courtesy, did she just display" he mumbled

"Ismael, behave yourself" his dad, Mr Ricardo whispered, with annoyance evident in his voice

Ishmael said nothing more, but sent him a flashing smile , one the all knew wasn't from the heart that set aside he returned back to viewing stuffs in his phone.

The sound of the waitresses clinging shoes were soon heard by him, its advancement towards him and his family, she bore on her hand a tray filled with wine glasses , with wine in them. Ismael stared up at her , the moment she got to the table. She handed each a glass of wine.

Gianni, Ismael's sister still annoyed at the argument she had with Ismael on there way to the party, thought of it , as the perfect time to have her comeback. On getting to Ismael's turn to handed a glass, she shaded the waitress, causing her to spill a wholesome quantity of the drink on ismeal.

"I'm sorry sir " the waitress trembled, her voice shaky.

"not to worry , it's not your fault" Ismael smiled at her, motioning her to be on her way.

He took out his handkerchief and tried drying off the liquid on my cloth.

"Seems someone is trying to be naughty" he said glaring at my sister.

"Try finding the bathroom, to get that off" his mum advised, wishing to advert what ever trouble that should have caused.

"Right, I should do just that " he said flashing her a smile too.

He stood up to go get himself cleaned up. He pretended to stumble forward grabbing unto Gianni's colar, he dragged her closer to him

"next time you try this, little sis , I would teach you a lesson you would never forget, till you die" he whispered.

her previous grine turned to fear,her body quivering, he felt much pleasure making her feel that way.

"I am..am sorry " she stautared.

"Now be a good girl would you " he said dusting off her shoulders,walking away with a smile.

Ishmael was known to have different personalities toward people, he was sometimes naughty, saucy, loving, cold or timid , it all depended on the way he felt, but one attitude he had towards his family with exception to his brother whom he loved , was being cold to them.

"Good riddance" he said In annoyance while leaving there presence

He paced around for while, trying to find the restroom. After series of searching and questioning he finally got there.

He switched on the tap, splashing water from it on his dented wear, he began dusting it of, to get the stain off .

While still dusting, he heard someone srand behind him, exactly at the point where he stood.

"You know, killing should be done Through confrontations" he stated

"only cowards go through the back" he finished his sentence awaiting a response from the person behind him.

Afteta while of no response nor action, Ismael decided to turn around, to know who it was.

He turned to see it was a stranger, his wondered, sizing the man before him.

tall,with built muscles pumping out his cloth,brown toned skin, with a nice curly hair and white brown eyes, a nice look , ismael noted.

He tried speaking to him again but stopped mid sentence, when he realized he was wearing an earpode, with music probably on and blasting. He thought of him not hearing him before and wouldn't in the present, that made him refrainat first, but on second thoughts, decided to drag off , the earpode on placed the right ear.

"Hello" Ishmael waved for attention

"What was that for?!" The man questioned in a deep baritone voice, sparking of a shade of lust in Ismael's bones.

"I was talking to you" he replied trying to cover up his amusement over the stranger.

"Don't try forcing a conversation with me" the man said , opening his palm in request for the taken earpode.

Ismael being himself, refused to budge to what the man said. Ismael wasn't someone to take commands from people , especially strangers.

Instead of adhering, he insisted on the man telling him his reasons for standing behind him without a word, he wished to know his motives.

"You seem like trouble?" The man said advancing towards him.

Ismael stumbled backwards, composing himself in seconds , he responded "well , that I definitely am".

"Wouldn't break a sweat off me , to take you out" the man retorted with a chuckle.

"Bring it on" Ismael requested once the man was done talking.

The man smiled stepping back he turned away, his arms folded, seemed like he was trying to hold in his anger. Ismael stood there glaring at him doing all that, he expected some action but after a while and nothing came forth, I decide to leave. He opened the door to exit but got dragged back by a pair of hands, shutting the door, he was whisked against the wall.

"What insolence? " Ismael spat, with his legs raised to kick the man.

He felt the man lean his body against him, rendering the movement of his body impossible.

"It's appalling of you , to talk rudly to a stranger, not knowing who I might be" the man said with a calm voice.

"Do you think I give a care in the world about who you are ?"Ismael yelled trying to get himself off the man's clutches but the man seemed too strong for him, as his body firmly pressed against his.

"I would really love to beat you to a pulp, but for no scene sakes, would let you be" he said with a pissed of tone in his voice, sending cheals down Ismael's spine.

"You better do that" Ismeal said trying to seem tough.

feeling the man's bulg pressed against his lower back, really turned him on, a little more push would have made him moan.

"You sure are rude" the man stated

"it's time you get out of here" the man said releasing Ismael

Ismael glared at him for a while, forcing the door open, he walked out , slamming it behind him. He found his way back to where his family, were seated , he took his sit without saying a word.

"Why waste much time on such small stain?" His father enquired when he took his seat

He looked around, pretending he wasn't the one being refared too.

"I am to you" His dad said

"Me?, as if you care ?" he said earning a glare from him again.

He ordered for himself a wine and whatever food was being served , seeing he was oblivious to what the were.

Moments later ismael got served what he had ordered.

Didn't take him much time to get done with what ever the stuff was. From the moment he was done eating, he felt uneasy being there, he was tired of all the greetings and courtesy he had to display, the were boring him off.

Ismael feeling overwhelmed by the feeling enquired from his l dad if he could get going.

The moment those words proceeded from his mouth, his dad shot daggers at him through his eyes, finally undoing the last string holding his dad , his dad almost Flared up, but for self respect sake decided against it, instead he took out his phone and began typing in.

"Dad , for you to know, stop wasting your time texting, I wouldn't be opening that, please allow my phone rest" Ismeal pleaded

"Ism.." Ismael's dad tried screaming out his name but hailed back once again.

"Mr Ricardo, I really want to be on my way home now " he said to his dad, standing up to go away.

"Sit your ass down on that seat,we aren't done here yet " Ishmaels dad ordered with his face burning with rage.

Ismael had a broad smile plastered across his face , getting his dad all worked up, was his favourite thing to do.

"What else is here to do?" He questioned again

"I have people to introduce you to" his dad responded

"Ok, just make it quick sire" Ismael demanded

After a while, his dad stood up and motioned them to follow close by , with ismeal standing right next to him, something he never really loved, but that what first borns do , he always assured himself.

Mr Ricardo sighted a man and went towards him, on the ways there he clearly stated to ismeal that he was in a long time rivalry with the family the were about meeting,getting familiar with the families heir, therefore knowing there weaknesses, was paramount, he advised Ismeal who wasn't ready to do any of that with exceptions to if the boy was a cute one.

"For once try using your sexuality for positive things" his father finally ended the advice , earning him a scoff from Ismael.

"Hello Mr Fernando" Mr Ricardo greeted Mr Fernando on getting to where the were.

The began discussing leaving ismeal standing there, oblivious to what the were discussing. Non of that seemed to matter to him, but something I could not ignore that got his interest, was the way way the spoke. There was the spite in there words, history related discussion, indicating the were long term friends and the rivalry aura the both exhibited.

Loosing interest in there talk, ismeal got lost in his thoughts but got brought back , when his attention was called on by his dad.

"This is Mr Fernando's son , Leonel" he introduced

"Hello" he said raising his hands to give the man a shake

"What the fuck" he cursed under his breath, realising it was the bathroom guy.

For a split moment he regretted offering a handshake, but out it was already, to late to take it back, the shook hands, with a smile, just to satisfy there dad's.

"You two would be working together, in regards to our new partnership" Mr Fernando said to them.

"We?!" Ishmael shouted, later bring himself back to order when, when he caught hold of his fathers glare.

The were asked to go have a chart, to know eachother, something the had no interest in doing bit for the sake of appearances walked away. The got quite a distance away from there parents and began talking.

"Should we get to know ourselves?" leonel asked

"No let's not do that " Ismael disagreed trying to walk off but was stopped by Leonel

"We should get to know ourselves " Leonel demanded with a smile.

Ismael gave him a cold stare , indicating he wasn't ready to do any of that.

"I'm Ismael Ricardo"

"Im Leonel Fernando, Leo for short " the both exchanged names.

"Ok, now if you would excuse me , I want to get out of here, to somewhere I could really party" Ismael stated

Leo looked at him in a weird way

"What's the look about " ismael queried

"You are new here" leo said

"And so ?" Ismeal shook his head with his arms raised , indicating it was non of Leo's business

"I need to get out of here too, so I prefer we get out together, so the won't ask any of us questions" leo said referring to there dad's

Ismael felt reluctant at first , wished to refuse, but leo was right, so he thought, the just moved up here for a contract, that would take a year plus and he didn't know his way around , so he had no choice but to take the offer.

The stepped out, entered there respective cars, with leo leading the way, the drove off.

The drove to a club , literally Leo's club, it had his name "Lionel f" clearly written on it.

"A nice investment " Ismael said once he stepped into the club house, it really was banging.

"Thanks" leo replied without a care for what Ismael said.

The both went there separate ways, ismael needed a drink, he used his eyes to search for a bar , when he caught hold of it , he went to its direction. On getting there, he ordered a double combo of strong drinks and began his drinking spree.

The more he drank the more he wanted more, soon he lost touch of his environment and thats when the dancing began.

He stepped out of the bar not minding who was before him or behind, began dancing, screaming , he was on his hight, he wanted to be a bitch just for while , he really wanted to let loose for a moment.

He was getting addicted to the noise, the blaring sound of music, the sweaty bodies of strangers , he was getting lost in the muse. He felt time slow down and everyone becoming blurry, high in the moment he felt strong hands grab unto me, pulling me out of the dancing floor , away from the noise.

"Who the fuck are you!?" He screamed

"You are really spent" the voice said

It was leo , he realised.

He flung his hands off from him and headed back to where the noise was at.

"You're going nowhere" leo said dragging Ismael along with him

"No I won't " Ismael resisted, tugging backwards

Soon Ismael felt his feet part from the floor a strong arms bearing him, no matter how much he struggled to get free,the seemed to strong for him to fight off.

He felt them ascend, heard a door open and then next he felt, was himself falling off landing on a soft formed bed.

"I want to party!" Ismael shouted standing up walking back out but dashed head on unto leo.

"Party?, take a look at the state you're in, don't forget we have a partnership to sign up tomorrow" leo advised

Ismael wasnt taking any of that, he advanced towards leo, clogging unto him.

He could feel Leo's muscular stature, the chest and Abbs, his well shaped chin, his eyes seemed nice , his lips looked soft, ismael admired tracing his hands on his lips.