Bondmates

Chapter 1

Kim Taewoo, conveniently known as Taylor, was glaring at Vincent Delacruz, a tall blond-haired blue-eyed, drop dead gorgeous man, who just happened to be one of the biggest pop idols of the twenty-second century. If Taylor’s eyes could shoot lasers, Vincent Delacruz would be little more than a pile of soot…

…or rather, the magazine that his face was on would be a pile of soot.

Either way, talented as he might be, Taylor did not have laser vision. So both Vincent Delacruz and the magazine remained very much so intact…much to Taylor’s irritation.

“So what do you have against him anyway? I almost feel bad for the guy…”

Taylor didn’t need to cease his death glare at the magazine to know that his coworker, dark blond-haired Andrew Harris, had sat down beside him.

“Nothing.”

That was somewhat true. Taylor really didn’t have anything against Vincent Delacruz as a person. Every magazine reporter or interviewer who met him declared him to be quite the friendly guy. He didn’t have any scandals to count against him. And he had graduated from Harvard University, so his level of intelligence was not contemptible. His music, even, was of a tolerable quality.

No, Taylor’s unhappiness with Vincent had nothing to do with the pop idol’s personal characteristics. Rather, it was who he was being personal with on that very same magazine cover…

“You don’t like Elijah Steele? Or is it Vincent Delacruz that’s irking you? Or are you just against celebrities in general?”

Yep, on aforementioned issue of Star Struck magazine, one Vincent Delacruz was all but wrapped around the lithe coffee colored body of brown-haired young man with startling pale green eyes. That person being Elijah Steele, top model and the statistically most popular star in the nation…among other things.

“I have nothing against Elijah Steele,” Taylor said simply. That you would understand he added mentally.

“So you do have something against Mr. Delacruz?”

“Not really, I just don’t like him.” Taylor calmly placed the magazine into his bag as he stood up.

“For no particular reason?”

“Correct.”

“Uh-huh. You weird little Asian.” Andrew cheerfully ruffled Taylor’s hair.

“What does my being Asian have anything to do with this?” Said Asian’s hair automatically began re-straightening his hair—he’d long since gotten used to people messing it up since he had returned to America. He could swear other people didn’t get their hair mussed nearly so much as he did.

Andrew grinned. “Nothing, this is just one more thing that adds to your Asian hotness.”

Taylor snorted. Without responding he left the small café and headed back to his office, as he was a computer programmer for Gyro Corp who had just taken his lunch break.

Taylor Kim, as he was known to his friends in America, was a twenty-two year old Korean American who had been born in Korea but raised in the United States. Although he didn’t pay much attention to his appearance anymore, those around him certainly did. He had unintentionally seductive dark almond-shaped eyes. His silky black hair was, at the present, streaked with red highlights, and was otherwise un-styled, simply left to fall into his eyes. Moreover, with skin the color of light caramel, as well as a short yet slender body, more than a few of his male coworkers found themselves scrambling for something to cover rising erections whenever he was around.

But again, Taylor didn’t really notice things regarding himself. He was brilliant, yet somehow brainless at the same time.

As Taylor walked away, he failed to see Andrew cast his eyes heavenward before shaking his head and following the Asian.

“You have a thing for Elijah Steele, don’t you?”

Taylor whirled around. “W-what? No! I mean…why would you think something like that?”

Andrew gleefully watched his sputtering. Bingo. “You so are infatuated with Elijah Steele. Everybody’s going to have a heyday over this one. Good taste, if I may say so myself.”

“I am not…Everybody is not going to have a ‘heyday’ or whatev…………are you saying that you are interested in him too?”

Up until the last part, Taylor had been acting exactly as Andrew had expected him to. He was disgruntled, adorable, and one just really wanted to tie him up to a big four-poster bed and have one’s way with him. It was the last portion of Taylor’s outburst that caught his attention. The moment his brain translated Andrew’s words into his brain, his entire demeanor had changed. He had stilled, his deep black eyes bore into Andrew’s own hazel ones.

How very interesting. Andrew had never seen his pretty little coworker so cool and aloof before. Admittedly, he had only known him for a year, but from day one, he had poked and prodded the Asian until he was sure that he could predict Taylor’s reaction in any situation.

Apparently not.

“And? What if I said yes? That if I had the chance, I would bend him over the nearest table and fuck his lights out? Or maybe I’d let him bend me over the table…Hm…Do you think he’s a seme or uke?”

Dark eyes narrowed at him. “You…”

Andrew was absolutely fascinated. “Yes? I thought you said you didn’t have a thing for him…Or do you not like my language? I don’t recall you ever minding before…”

“Don’t…”

*Bum bam badum bum badum*

Both Andrew and Taylor jumped at the snazzy music accompanied by the sounds of vibration that suddenly blared from Taylor’s pocket.

Andrew watched as Taylor answered it and almost instantly relaxed. His body loosened and uncoiled, he had apparently been very on edge. He continued to have a conversation with the person on the other end of the line in a flowing, curvy tongue that he assumed was Korean, since it definitely wasn’t English.

Andrew really wasn’t all that surprised to find himself jealous. Who was this person that could calm the little Asian with just a phone-call? And why did that person have to know Korean? Why couldn’t they at least have the decency to speak in a language that he could understand so that he could eavesdrop? And…why did this happen right when he was going to see the inner feelings of the person who had intrigued him from the moment they had first met?

It wasn’t fair.

“We should get moving, before we’re so late that we get reprimanded.”

Andrew jumped. He hadn’t realized that Taylor had finished talking on the phone.

“Um…so…you mad at me?”

Taylor, once again the sarcastic and carefree person that Andrew recognized, merely rolled his eyes, grabbed Andrew’s tie, and yanked him along behind him.


Meanwhile…

“H-how w-w-would you l-like y-your s-s-s-s-steak…s-s-sir?”

Elijah Steele really couldn’t help but feel sorry for the waiter. He appeared to be in his late teens with ordinary brown hair and eyes, but with a heart-shaped face that was strikingly attractive, especially in this simple little restaurant.

And it was that pretty face that had Elijah’s companion practically in his pants already…Okay, maybe not “practically” as one hand was apparently already there.

“Vince, take your hand out of the poor kid’s pants. I think he’s about to die from embarrassment.”

Vincent Delacruz raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at his companion. “Oh? But I think he rather likes it…” With that, he smirked as the waiter mewled in his arms, no longer with enough strength to stand on his own. “He definitely likes it…unless he keeps a dildo in his pants…Fascinating idea that…”

“Vince…”

“What? Feeling left out? You know I’m always willing to include you. Besides…” he pointedly jerked that hand in the waiter’s pants “…I’m sure Warner here wouldn’t mind a threesome, would you Warner?”

The waiter only swallowed, his eyes were already clouded over.

Elijah sighed. “Vince, he’s so far gone that he can’t even correct you on his name—which may I say is Warren, not Warner—much less agree or disagree to anything right now.”

“Hm…yes, you’re quite right.” Vincent thoughtfully ran the index finger of his other hand across Warren’s lips, causing the young waiter to shudder. Staring straight into Elijah’s eyes, he leaned down and followed with his tongue the path that his finger had just traced.

Elijah ran a hand through thick dark brown locks. It was always like this. Whenever they went out together, Vincent would find some way to seduce and then fuck some clueless soul while focusing his entire attention on Elijah. It was as though he was fucking Elijah indirectly…

And that really unsettled the green-eyed young man. He had liked Vincent well enough, but ever since he had started circling Elijah like a dog in mating season, Elijah was quickly coming to the conclusion that the blond was more trouble than he was worth.

He had no interest in Vincent whatsoever.

Yet the pop-idol refused to accept his indifference.

Hence, situations like these were more and more common.

“Er…sir…the boy there—Warren—he still has work to do so…”

Vincent’s cold blue eyes glared at the restaurant owner in irritation. “So?”

The man fidgeted nervously under that gaze. “…Uh…So it would be much appreciated if you would…um…release him so he can help the other customers…”

Vincent looked around at all the arousal-filled eyes that were absorbing the scene, before scoffing. “It doesn’t look like anyone here cares about their food right now.”

The restaurant owner coughed. “Ah…well…”

Vincent bared his teeth. “And from the looks of it, I don’t think you really care either…Heh.” His gaze flickered meaningfully to the growing tent in the man’s pants.

His face flushed a brilliant shade of crimson, the owner slowly began backing away.

*BAM*

The sudden noise brought everyone’s attention to Elijah, who had just slammed his hands onto the table top.

“Well, even if no one else cares, I do. So I’ll be going now.”

Rising, he tossed a few bills onto the counter to pay for his drink—the only thing he’d yet had in the hour he’d been at the restaurant—and walked out the door of the diner, not looking back once.

Whatever happened after his exit, within moments, Vincent’s lanky form was at his side. They walked in silence for a bit. Then…

“No one’s ever resisted me for this long.”

Elijah said nothing.

“If you would just let me fuck you once…”

“Not happening.”

Vincent snarled, grabbed a fistful of Elijah’s shirt, and jerked the slightly shorter man towards him.

“Then explain to me why not. Why is it that you can’t give yourself to me just once? If my actions irritate you so much, then give in. You don’t strike me as the type that needs all that romantic bullshit. So why?!”

Elijah’s lip curled in a cold imitation of a smile. “You’re not my type.”

“So what is your type?” Vincent ground out.

“Hum…good question…I don’t actually know. I’ve never had to wonder about it. But whatever it is…you wouldn’t be in it.”

“What…the…hell…What kind of an answer is that?!”

Elijah simply shrugged.

Angrily, Vincent pulled the other closer and viciously captured his mouth in a bruising kiss…

…Or that’s what he meant to do anyway.

Before he knew it, his ass was smarting from where it hit the ground, while the model was walking away, his luscious lips still un-tasted by Vincent.

Why?


“I’m home!”

The moment he opened the door, his nose was assaulted with smells from the kitchen.

“Hey, have a good day?”

He nearly melted at the sound of his lover’s voice, combined with the pleasant image of him standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a frilly pink apron on.

“Um…after that one event it was okay. You?”

His lover smiled. “Well, it could’ve been better…but you probably don’t want to know the details.”

There was a pause. Then…

“I KNEW IT!!!! That guy sooooo wants to sex you up. I’ll kill him…”

His lover laughed at his expression…and was still laughing when he stalked up to him, tugged him down, and claimed his lips. Tongues slid against each other as hands found their way underneath clothing. Nothing but throaty moans filled the air.

The sound of the oven timer beeping finally startled the two apart.

Again, the taller laughed. “Well, dinner calls. Hungry?”

“No, just want you.” The disagreeing rumble of his stomach caused Taylor to frown in betrayal at his tummy.

Elijah shook his head in amusement before taking his lover’s hand and leading him into the kitchen.

“We can have sex after we eat.”