Lucky Dog 1 translations 10 Bernardo route 06 best
Part 3: Daivan
Chapter 10 Best
This section contains NSFW! I promise! …It’ll get there … eventually…
|Gian: Damn it! Fucking bastard … saying whatever he wants!|
|Bernardo: …I’m sorry … you had to be dragged into that conversation.|
|Gian: No, I’m lucky seeing his face and seeing that walking pile of shit’s methods in action was all I got. …It must’ve been really tough on you, Bernardo.|
Bernardo looks back with a ‘Hm?’ as I pour a glass for him.
|Gian: You’ve been negotiating with that thing? I’m surprised your stomach hasn’t popped a hole yet.|
|Bernardo: Well, I’ve grown used to it. More importantly, Gian … I’m sorry. I came here intending to celebrate with you, yet…|
|Gian: Then let’s drink.|
We start up again with a new bottle and glasses. …Bernardo’s expression is still stiff.
|Gian: …About what he was saying earlier. Seriously, what’re we gonna do? Taking in their executives and troops is…|
Bernardo: When I think about reporting it to Luchino, Consigliere and the other captains, and then having to bring it up for deliberation… …Sigh, I feel an ulcer coming.
|Gian: Want me to bring it up?|
Bernardo: No. But … haha, I’m glad you were here.
|Bernardo: If I had brought Dave’s conditions back on my own, they would’ve been under suspicion again. …I’m glad … Gian, that…|
|Bernardo: …that you’re here … Lucky Dog…|
|Gian: …Hey, you OK? Don’t you think you’re downing them a little fast?|
|Bernardo: No, I can keep going… I could drain a bottle before without a buzz.|
‘What about now?’ I want to ask as he pours out a new bottle.
|Gian: Rather, that lady earlier … Nastasha. You fine not calling her back?|
|Bernardo: No … today…|
I suddenly notice that Bernardo’s eyes are directed straight at me. …He’d been draining the booze like a gutter, but his eyes don’t twitch a bit as they stare straight at me, never wavering…
|Bernardo: …This reception was … for you… A celebration.|
…His brain and mouth are weaker to the alcohol than his eyes.
|Bernardo: This is no good… I’m the only one drinking.|
|Gian: You haven’t had anything to drink lately, right? Plus, you must’ve grown frustrated at all the shit piling up.|
|Bernardo: …You’re right. Frustrated at many things…|
Bernardo looks down for a while and thinks, deeply as though all the thoughts in him had gotten backed up, still as a statue. …Before I realize it, one bottle’s bitten the bullet.
|Gian: Hey, we should get goi—|
|Bernardo: I … had a plan, once…|
Bernardo’s not listening to me at all, and he saying this as though he’s talking to himself.
|Gian: For the CR:5?|
|Bernardo: …No, a more magnificent, thorough, long-term plan… Gian … if only you were a lady…|
|Bernardo: …I would’ve had you popping out children by now…|
|Gian: You douche. How the hell is that magnificent? No, if you’re talking idiocy, then this is definitely on a grand scale. …But first off, you’ve drank way too much.|
|Bernardo: Oh come now. Just listen…|
|Gian: I’ve been all ears this whole time.|
|Bernardo: …Mm, and, the plan, right? You and I, we’d first grab some random woman, any chick, and have kids … and then we’d get our kids hitched…|
|Bernardo: Then, it’d be a child between us.|
|Gian: The hell is that?|
Bernardo looks down again. …Has he seriously drank too much? …With him spouting out all that, if I leave him alone he’d probably kick it…
|Bernardo: I … want proof…|
|Bernardo: …that I was born, that I’d existed… That my life … ‘ll always matter … right? …At this age, you suddenly get … anxious…|
…Wh-What’s he saying? If that’s the case, then just go settle down and make some kids like a normal guy. That Nastasha lady from before’d be perfect, right?
|Bernardo: If the proof could … be between you and me, I…|
It’s then… I guess his men really are monitoring our seats from somewhere.
A couple soldiers, sensing that there’s something off about their boss, quickly approach our table.
Bernardo’s Subordinate A: …Excuse me, Comandante, um…
Bernardo’s Subordinate B: Sig. Giancarlo, did something happen to the Comandante…?
|Gian: O-Oh, no. Everything’s fine … I think.|
It’s then, suddenly, Bernardo comes back to life. His spine whips up straight, and the eyes he directs towards his men are harder than the glasses they’re resting behind.
Bernardo: …I’m fine. …There’s somewhere I want to go. You, take my car and drive it back.
…He probably realizes that he’s sloshed. Probably doesn’t want to wreck his new Alfa.
Bernardo’s Subordinate A: B-But … what about you?
Bernardo: Giancarlo and I will return by taxi. …Don’t worry. We’ll be right there.
The soldiers give a small bow before leaving several times faster than they’d come. After that…
|Bernardo: Uh, ngh…|
|Gian: Seriously, though, you all right?|
Though he’d been all straight and firm with his men, he rebounds straight back to a flimsy, limp man when it’s just me around. …Does this mean he just trusts me that much?
|Gian: We should get going.|
|Bernardo: …You … haven’t drank anything at all. Gian … it’s your celebra—|
|Gian: I drank, I drank! See? One whole bottle’s gone.|
I call over a waiter and stand up with Bernardo.
|Gian: …You OK walking away without saying anything to her?|
|Bernardo: I’ll call her later… …I’m better at whispering lovely nothings over the phone.|
The two of us climb up the stairs…
We leave the shop behind and walk out onto the street out front. …The lights and neon signs are still on around the area. The rainbow of hues color us like stained glass as we walk past them.
The Alfa sports car we’d come in and the sedan the guards had ridden have vanished.
|Bernardo: Let’s walk a little … to sober up…|
|Gian: Yeah. We can’t pick up a taxi around here anyways.|
Bernardo’s… The alcohol’s really gone to his head. He’s walking straight, but his head’s bobblng every which way.
We scour for a taxi, crossing through a back alley and cutting across a block. This neighborhood’s familiar with me. It’s not a bad area.
…And, when everyone’s disappeared around us…
Bernardo: …gh … Nn. Huh…
A somewhat foreboding cough escapes Bernardo’s mouth. I lend him my shoulder, keeping him from swaying everywhere, and, with me as his cane, we set off again.
|Gian: Don’t worry about it. …Come on, just hurry up and puke it out somewhere.|
|Bernardo: No … I’m all right… I despise vomiting. It’s unsightly…|
…Hello? And a dribbling, old man drunk off his feet isn’t unsightly?
The two of us walk through the alley. A light appears, seeping over from a different street, but when I go to see, there’s no taxis there either.
…Guess only choice left is to walk until he’s sober.
|Bernardo: …Damn … My tolerance’s shot…|
|Gian: Isn’t it just ’cause your body’s acting up? …Plus, that Dave bastard’d stirred up your stomach something awful earlier.|
|Bernardo: But … it’s as he says… If we don’t do something quickly, it’ll just get worse and worse for us…|
|Gian: …Why’s … that Dave person so pushy? Doesn’t it feel like we’re just getting shoved around?|
|Gian: …Maybe … it’s ’cause you two know each other?|
The words ‘favor’ and ‘debt’ loom like thorny bramble in my mind. …Something definitely happened in the past between the two of them…
|Bernardo: …He’s not someone so easy as to let that influence him. It’s simply … that the CR:5 is the one under pressure right now. That’s all.|
|Gian: …Even though we’ve whacked so many of the GD?|
|Bernardo: It’s because we’ve dealt so much damage to them … that they feel like approaching the negotiation table at all.|
Bernardo says this in his usual voice, but … he’s still plastered up against the moist brick wall, eyes squinted tight and looking like he’s about to kick it. …Agh, it looks bad.
|Gian: Don’t push yourself. Just hurl it out.|
|Bernardo: …No, it’s not… I’m sorry… I never wanted … to keep so many secrets … from you… Just, even if I tell…|
Bernardo presses his face up against the bricks and gives a low, low groan.
|Gian: What? I don’t mind any of that. I’ve got a whole mountain of crap I haven’t talked to you about, too.|
|Gian: ‘sides, I don’t wanna hear all those squealing ‘fun’ times you’ve had with that chick. It’ll just piss me off.|
Bernardo silently chuckles, looking directly at me.
|Bernardo: Did she say something to you?|
|Gian: Nope, not at all. No wait, she did say that you were more of a perv than you looked, and that your forehead’s grown an inch wider since she last saw you.|
Bernardo: Haha… You know, Dave? He and I were…
W-Whoa! I got whiplash from the sudden change in topic. …Plus, out of the blue comes something I wanted to ask but didn’t.
|Bernardo: So I was thrown in prison once before, right. That time was absolutely horrible…|
|Bernardo: Grudges fly around, especially against Italians like me. It got so bad I was … There were a couple times I was on the verge of death. It’s one of those times … he saved me…|
|Gian: Dave, eh… …So that’s the ‘debt’ you mentioned before?|
|Bernardo: …Yeah. You know, I’ve always been no good with the dark. That … got worse after that time in prison.|
|Gian: Oh … so that’s why you go like that in the dark…|
|Bernardo: That’s why … when all the captains were impounded and thrown behind bars, sometimes I would look out and see nothing but black.|
|Gian: Didn’t look that way, though.|
|Bernardo: I was just barely hanging on. Gian, you…|
Bernardo turns and his hand is on my shoulder.
|Bernardo: …you took me out of there. …With that one feat, I would give my entire life to you. That’s how I feel.|
|Gian: Haha, you’re exaggerating. Well, it’s … just basically a hobby of mine.|
Bernardo’s hand still hasn’t left my shoulder. Bernardo then looks away, looks down…
|Gian: What…? Does something hurt?|
|Bernardo: …Perhaps. Sorry, I’m at my limit…|
Bernardo’s hand leaves my shoulder and his thumb caresses my forehead, then cheek, then lips… I jump at the touch.
Gian: …Mm? …gh, nnh…?! Gh…
Bernardo: …Mm … haa, Gian…
Gian: U-Un… Hey, what’s—
A deep kiss, completely enveloping my mouth. …Rather, Christ, he’s good… It feels like … um, like my jaw’s about to melt right off my face.
Gian: …Unh, haa… Ah! H-Hey…! What’s gotten into … you, suddenly… Mph…!
Every now and then I’d get time to gasp a few breaths, but when I try to talk back to him, he comes in again. …Damn sexy bastard… …I can’t… There’s a thump…
…Suddenly, Bernardo’s weight drifts away from me.
|Bernardo: …You taste better than I imagined.|
|Gian: Th-The fuck are you saying, you…! Rather, why me…? Couldn’t you’ve done this … with that lady?!|
|Gian: She even invited you! All ‘Heeey, why don’t you c’mon over?’ and shit! You could even go further than just a ki— Mm!!|
His mouth covers mine again, and this time with the force of a bite… …In actuality, he does use his teeth a little, and it startles me and melts me… I feel like my waist, my knees are about to fold over in half.
|Bernardo: …She … doesn’t matter…|
|Gian: …Haa… I’m … Just the substitute here, right?|
|Bernardo: How could you say that—|
|Gian: …gh, uh… H-Hey, don’t go there—|
Bernardo’s mouth buries into my hair, behind my ears, and then starts traveling down my neck…
|Bernardo: …! …H-Haa…! I can’t…|
‘Can’t what? There’s a lotta ‘can’t’s going on here!!’ … was what I wanted to say, but…
My body’s pushed up against the wall, back to brick. I feel the chill of the red stones against my back … and in front of me, a really heated Bernardo…
…He’s completely horny…
His arms forming a cage around me, I look up at him. I can’t help but notice our difference in height.
|Bernardo: You … don’t hate me, right…?|
|Gian: Well, yeah, no, I don’t hate you, bu— Hey!|
Bernardo’s arms wrap around me, and all my words fly away from me. The hell’re you hugging me for? Hello?!
I don’t dislike it, but it raises a lot of problems…
|Bernardo: I knew. I already knew that if I held you in my arms like this, it’d all be over… That I wouldn’t easily let you go, ever.|
|Gian: …The hell are you getting so serious for, drunkard?|
|Bernardo: …and, eventually, the promise would come to ruin.|
…Promise? Nothing comes to mind, and Bernardo, probably noticing my confusion, laughs under his breath.
|Bernardo: A promise with the boss, way back when. Wanted you to be under my wing…|
It’s the first time I’ve heard it like this.
Bernardo then drops one final bombshell.
|Bernardo: But I… I’d rather have you … as a lover.|
|Gian: Lover…? Hey, Ber…nardo…|
The straight ball’s so direct it’s making my head spin. …Just when this comes to mind … Bernardo brings his fingers, his mouth to my chin with a smile, and…
It’s different from with a girl. A kiss smack of nicotine. No, not any nicotine, but more the smell of Bernardo’s brand of tobacco. The lingering smell of alcohol pierces my nose.
Bernardo: Um, do you want to … do it? Give it a shot?
Gian: Since when’d your interest turn to pretty boys?
Bernardo: Pfhaha … I don’t think you’re quite the age to be called a “boy.”
Bernardo’s clearly sloshed out of his mind. I … should be resisting about now, shouldn’t I?
He’s staring straight at me. …Shit. Even in the dark, he’s an annoyingly handsome man.
And it’s not just his looks. Yeah, he’s the CR:5 head captain – something most people can’t even measure up to… A prize among prizes, he is.
…So prized it wouldn’t be surprising for me to fall for him.
|Gian: …You can still … maybe chalk this off to your fatigue. No?|
Bernardo’s right hand starts flipping off the buttons on my shirt.
|Gian: H-Hey there… What d’you think you’re doing in a place like this?|
|Bernardo: You want me to put it in words?|
Um, nrrrrrgh… Hold your horses!
Showing off just how dexterous he is, Bernardo’s hands don’t stop even as we speak. He even starts to work on my belt after that.
|Gian: O-Oh yeah! What ‘bout that big plan of yours?! The one where we get our kids to marry each other?!|
|Bernardo: …I’d rather have the Gian standing in front of me right now.|
Another straight ball. And with another kiss, I lose the will to fight back.
Gian: Mm… Hey, Ber— Nngh…
Bernardo: Hah … mm… Gian … I’ve always… Nn…
My mind’s blank by the time Bernardo separates.
Bernardo: If you want, you can just pretend this never happened, come tomorrow. But right now … I can’t stop myself from coming onto you.
|Gian: I won’t … do something like that… I think.|
|Bernardo: I’m happy, even with the ‘I think’ bit.|
Bernardo: I’ll try to make this as painless for you as possible … so … here…
Feeling once again that there’s no point in trying to fight back against this drunk, I let him put my hands up against the wall.
Gian: I don’t think it matters a bit whether I’m facing your or not. It’s gonna hurt anyways. …You’ve got any guarantee?
Bernardo’s built better than me. I can’t put my whole into fighting back, so him putting me in this position was a piece of cake. …At the very least, I can whine and bitch about it.
Bernardo: Raise that … come on … I thought it was common knowledge … that it’s relatively better…
Gian: You a veteran at this?
Bernardo: Well… Mm…
The answer surprises me quite a bit. Bernardo takes advantage of my stiff shock and flips me around, both hands up against the wall.
Bernardo: If you want to run, now’s the time… I won’t let you get away, though.
Gian: Wait! Hold it! What about what we were talking about?! Plus, anyone finds us like this, we’ve gotta scra- Mm…
Bernardo’s hand slithers around my front. His fingers gather around my bellybutton, tickles its way up to my chest…
The hot fingers pinch my nipples, and I gulp a small gasp.
Bernardo: Are you shivering from the cold? Or from what I’m doing?
Gian: Don’t ask when you know… You’re one filthy old man…
Bernardo: I see. So you’re cold…
Suddenly, something wet touches my puckered hole from behind. I jump in surprise, but I know it’s Bernardo’s finger, wet with his saliva.
Again, Bernardo’s lips assault me.
Gian: Nn, uah… That tickles … Fucking…
Bernardo: You’re so sensitive… Mm, haa…
Gian: Gh! Aah! St- Stop it with the nipples!
Shit. I just gave him fodder to keep hounding me…
Bernardo: …Mm. Haha…
Gian: Stop tha- Gh. Stop breathin’ on me… Hamph…
His lips cover mine again, cutting off any more complaints…
And while I’m unable to do anything, suddenly, his fingers slip mercilessly inside.
Stuck in the awkward position I am, I desperately try to control my breaths without moving my body, so as to not damage my innards.
The finger scrapes against my hole, in and out, spreading it open. Eventually, the number of fingers grows.
Gian: Unh, gh… Slow…er…!
Bernardo: Hm? But I’m already being quite thorough.
He’s definitely drunk off his ass. His answers don’t quite match up to the conversation.
Something hits my ass, and it’s not Bernardo’s hand. Some other hot thing. I sneak a quick turn, and, yep, it’s Bernardo’s erect penis.
…Like I thought, it’s just too big. You’re really gonna shove that in me?
Gian: D-Don’t you think … fitting that in’s kinda impossible…?
Bernardo: Then, I’ll fit in what I can…
Even as he utters these selfish words, he pulls his fingers from me.
The heated tip slits perfectly up to my opened ass.
Gian: Wai-! Already…?!
I complain and scream at the forceful movement.
Gian: Don’t you go slowly…?! Push it in slo- A-Aaah! Ah! I can’t! Stop…!
Bernardo: I’ll be sure … to hit your sweet spot.
It was already taking everything I had to swallow the swollen tip.
Though my body’s blaring sirens at me, screaming that I’m at my limit… Even despite, that, Bernardo mercilessly pushes his way in, bit by bit.
Gian: Ah! I-It hurts! Bernardo…! Stop! Time out…!
Even if I twist and turn in pain, he isn’t stopping.
Struggling’s just making it harder for me, so without any other option, I level myself so I can weather the storm. I’m practically clinging to the wall as I take one agonizing breath after another.
Bernardo: You’re so tight… Are you trying to pinch me off and take me with you?
Gian: Spare me the though- Gh…!
Bernardo: Come on… Keep quiet and … let your body … Relax…
Gian: …Fucking … Rapis…t…
Bernardo: I suppose … I am…
We’re outside. Who knows when someone’ll come around and just stumble upon us? And I can’t fight back. And here I am, offering up my anal virginity. Just what is wrong with me?
Bernardo: Ah! Haa…! I’ve really done it now…
Bernardo: I never imagined … I’d be raping you…
Bernardo himself is stiff, hard as a rod. If he really were just a wooden rod, then it’d be OK, but the fact that he’s steadily beating thicker and thicker with each pulse … hurts.
How’s he so hard with all that booze in his system…? At least make it over faster…
Riding out the sensation with my nails jammed into the nooks and crannies of the wall, I finally feel Bernardo’s invasion halt.
Bernardo: That’s … everything. Tell me when it’s OK for me … to move.
Gian: Will … It ever…?
I feel like a skewer pierced straight through up to my throat. Is this what it feels to have your organs violated…?
Gian: You popped my precious cherry…
Bernardo: Haha, I did say … there’d be no blood if I go gentle. See?
A finger traces the area where we’re connected. I can tell there’s no sting from any cut.
‘But wait, it hurts even without any bleeding! You fuck me in some back alley, who gives a fuck if you’re “gentle” or not!’ …I counter him in my head, but I don’t bother voicing it.
Bernardo: …Are you about ready?
He pulls back just a tad.
Gian: …! Ah! …Gh, ah! …!
With each thrust at the easy pace he’s going, a pathetic whine slips helplessly out of my throat.
Gian: Ah! Stop … moving…! Wait…!
Bernardo: Ah! Don’t hit me!
Gian: Agh! Uh … haa…!
My arms moved on their own, and I don’t even have the brainpower to apologize.
Bernardo: Don’t worry. I’ll hold them down for you.
My flailing limbs are bundled up and pressed up against the wall. Now it really is like a rape, you bastard…
Then, Bernardo’s free hand starts stroking my more sensitive bits.
Gian: Gh! Uah…! Hey! Eno…u-!
My shaft. The sacks dangling beneath them. Even my anus, where we’re connected, stretched so far around Bernardo it’s free of wrinkles.
The dancing, tickling touches feed the growing pleasure.
Gian: Nh! Forget ’bout … that! Hurry up and … Finish…!
Bernardo: I can’t do that. I have to let you enjoy this, too…
Every thrust, I endure with nails to brick(?), feeling like something in me’s being scooped out with every shove. Not like doing so would let me get away from this or anything.
Gian: Hn, haa! Nh! Aa! Ah, Ber-! Ah!
I can’t stop my voice.
I’m afraid someone’s gonna come upon us. And because I’m scared, I imagine it, and I just end up clenching tighter around Bernardo.
And despite this … Bernardo’s thoroughly scraping up against every inch of my hole. The way he’s fucking me says he hasn’t got a care in the world.
Gian: Don’t…! Fuck me so…! Hard…!
Shit… I can’t stop my voice from squeaking at the end of words.
The bottom of my gut’s heavy. It feels funny. I can feel it… The cowper’s leaking with every thrust.
It’s my first, but my penis’s completely ready to go off any moment.
Bernardo… Could he actually be really good at this…? I think he said this wasn’t his first time with another guy, earlier…
Bernardo: It doesn’t hurt here anymore, right? I’ll make you cum, so let me hear your sweet voice, OK?
Gian: Yeah fuckin’ ri-! Ah, uah…! Haa!
A few shallow thrusts later, the pain suddenly vanishes like I’ve passed some kind of critical point. All the blood’s rushing to the place where we’re connected as it pulsates powerfully.
Gian: U-Uhn… Haa… Ber-! You bas-!
Bernardo: Your inside … is trembling like a heart… It makes me happy… Are you trying to wring me dry…?
Gian: No! My body’s … doing it on its own! Don’t fuck me there…!
Though my body’s moving on its own now, I start to feel a slight despair stain my mind. My ass’s started twitching. My balls’re clenching tight, too.
Bernardo: Come on. Cum… I’m cumming soon, too.
It’s like he can somehow see through me and pinpoint my weakest points. He rubs there and nowhere else, and I’m inundated with overwhelming pleasure.
It doesn’t hurt, and I’m not sad, but the tears come on their own.
I can feel Bernardo’s body warmth through the clothes on my back. He feels so hot… Probably from being drunk and the arousal.
Gian: Stop! I’m gonna cum if you touch me! A-Ah!!
The fingers wrapped like a tube around my rod brings me straight to the limit. My insides hug tightly around Bernardo, and white juices splatter up against the building wall.
Gian: Aah! I cam-! Aah! Ah…!
I can feel in my stomach as Bernardo’s rod release its hot liquid inside me.
Gian: Uah! Ah…! Gh…
The words spill out, like overflow from the juices pouring in.
My thoughts scatter. Sweet sensations assault my entire body…
For a few moments, I forget everything happening and give myself to Bernardo.
‘Bernie boy? I think there’s something wrong with making your first a night alley lay and raping said first and cumming inside him!’
I mentally holler this at Bernardo’s back as he’s turned away, his attention on a public phone.
|Bernardo: …Yeah. Right. Send one over on the double.|
After what happened, Bernardo sobered up or something and is relatively sane now … and, um, kind of all chivalrous and genteel-like.
He sacrificed his handkerchief (I don’t walk around carrying one, of course) and cleans away most of the aftermath. And now he’s calling for a car.
Bernardo: A car will be coming soon. I had them start up a hot bath in our room.
|Gian: Oh. Right…|
What the hell are we doing when the shots’re still cracking on both sides? Bernardo blinked at the awkward tone coloring the words that’d slipped from my tongue.
|Bernardo: What’s this? …Is your regret threatening to overtake the universe?|
|Gian: …No. I feel like I did what I could.|
First off, I have to keep this on the down low from the others.
Lovers … hm… If I’m thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad if Bernardo’d be my other, then … I guess that means I’ve got the makings to be a homo.
|Gian: Well, it’s true this’ll be faster than shoving our kids at each other.|
Bernardo: …I will slowly work on that plan on the side.
…Bastard. Did he honestly say that just now with a straight face?!
|Gian: Even though you have me here? What a dirty thought, Darling! I want a divorce.|
|Bernardo: It’s a misunderstanding, Honey.|
Our shoulders shake as we laugh, as per usual. And, when the Ford glides out of the darkness, we hop in together.
About halfway, Bernardo’d fallen silent and hasn’t spoken since.
Not since we’ve sat in the Ford, not since we got out of the hotel, or when the guards came and stuck by us as we rode the elevator up. The whole way back, the whole trip…
Shit, why’s he so quiet…?
Even as the thought crosses my mind, though, I can’t find any words to say, either … even though we bantered immediately after we did ‘that’…
…As time passes, reality grows heavy with a thud.
I … did it, with Bernardo. …I seriously did it with Bernardo…
Bernardo: Sorry, I have to return to my room… I’ve already had them ready the bedroom.
|Gian: O-Oh. Sure.|
His voice suddenly reaches my ears, and even before I finish my half-hearted response, Bernardo calls over his Black Suits and starts talking something with them…
…and left for the Phone Room. Alone, I…
…I’ve got to be the world’s … most pathetic man out of everyone who’s dazed out in the middle of a top class hotel lounge after getting fucked by another man.
|Gian: The hell is this… Shit…|
I let the shower run over my body before submerging myself into the world’s ultimate bathtub.
…My ass stings at the lukewarm water…
…It’s not hurting. Rather … I’m up again.
|Gian: …Damn it… What’s wrong with me…?|
I wash my face and hair. I can smell Bernardo’s scent before it vanishes. …Why’d he go and do something like that…?
…I can’t guess at what he’s thinking…
…Even after I return to the room, I’m alone. It looks like Bernardo’s not going to be back tonight. He’s probably super busy with the money deal…
I roll over onto the bed and flip off the lights…
…and then put them on again. I’d heard from Bernardo why he couldn’t sleep when it’s dark. He’d gotten lynched inside the joint…
Without asking for details, I can tell. He was probably bundled up in a cocoon of sheets or jammed into a locker before getting the hell beaten out of him. And…
…like that, it goes on for two, three days, or if you’re unlucky, it gets ignored the whole time. No one’s going to save you, not the guards or anyone else. …I’ve seen it happen countless times, but…
…So that happened to Bernardo… And … the one who saved him from that was that asshole, Dave…
Shit, my head’s spinning so fast I can’t sleep! …Even though I know tomorrow’s sure to be busy… …Even though I know there’s going to be a tiff about the treaty conditions…