The House Always Wins

A/N- This is a little one shot that came to me when I was driving into work. Thanks to Aduial for her help again! This is also un-beta'd so I apologise for any glaring grammar mistakes! Let me know what you think!



The House Always Wins

By Reike

Santini. One of the most feared and respected names in Vegas. The Santini family owned many people’s livelihoods, their businesses ranged from banking to casinos. They owned several along the Vegas Strip; the most noted Casino they owned was The Pelasgian. With its huge structure, sloping architecture and marble flooring it was not only the largest casino, but the most expensive one too. Built as a casino and a hotel it attracted many of the rich businessmen who used the game of gambling to their advantage, hooking up many a deal to better their lives.

Raking in roughly eight million dollars a day per casino the Santini family were more than well off. Living in a multi-million dollar mansion near Vegas, to keep an eye on their casinos whilst owning several houses in America and other tropical places to holiday in, they lived the life of luxury. The wife of the household, Stephanie Santini spent her time organising social events with the rich and famous hoping to fill the void her husband left whilst he gallivanted with his secretary on a regular basis leaving Enrico Santini to be raised by maids.

Now at twenty five Enrico was known as Vegas’ playboy and party animal. Enjoying the life that came with being the son of a billion dollar company, he’d graduated from a business school to be able to take over from his father when the time came but for now he partied and used people like they were tissues. He’d become the pin-up for teenage girls in most households in America, much to the chagrin of their parents. Appearing in interviews and magazines, not all of it positive publicity.

One article that had taken Santiago Santini many phone calls and the top lawyer threatening to sue them on his behalf had nearly destroyed the Santini family name. A journalist had cottoned on to some of their not so savoury business deals and had decided that the citizens of America had the right to know that their beloved Saintly Santini family were bribing police men to turn their heads to their black market dealings. Needless to say the journalist and his family’s life was completely ruined; the poor sod was fired from the magazine and was unable to work for any of the top companies for fear of facing the Santini wrath.

Enrico had inherited his father’s looks. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. With his chocolate brown eyes, messy dark hair and toned bronzed body he could make even the straightest of guys question their orientation. However he’d also inherited the Santini short temper, frequently visiting the establishments of people who owed his father’s company money and telling them in a not so polite manner that they better pay up or they were going to be evicted. He’d evicted several families from their homes and shops, not giving it a second thought when he walked away from the devastated families, just counting the days until he could find a new tenant and how much money they would bring in for him.


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Saturday night, the universal time for getting drunk, partying then doing something that made you question your sanity more than once.

Enrico Santini pulled up at the front of Novannah’s. The club was already heaving, the line going on for almost a mile, but being who he was he need only pull up at the front and he was already admitted into the hot club filled with smoke and sweaty bodies.

Dressed in his favourite pair of designer jeans, a black button down shirt with only two buttons done up, exposing his bronze toned chest and a bit of a tribal tattoo peeking out from the band of his jeans and a chunky designer watch he enjoyed the appreciative looks he was getting from both men and women alike. Enrico had never been known to be fussy, he liked a bit of both, however if the tabloids asked he would always answer that he was straight, even though that wasn’t entirely true.

He squeezed his way through the packed dance floor enjoying the occasional grope of a firm ass and made his way to the bar, slapping his hand on the vinyl counter top and shouting over the loud music that he wanted vodka straight up.

They never charged him, being that his father could shut them down in an instance; they feared that he would become annoyed with them and so welcomed him with false smiles and free drinks, hoping to stay on his good side.

A scantily clad woman shimmied past him, brushing up against his body showing off her more than ample cleavage and giving him her best seductive look hoping that he’d take her away from here and show her exactly how true the rumours about him were. He just smiled at her and leaned towards her ear, speaking directly into it:

“Not tonight, baby” and turned back to his drink, scanning the crowd for someone who caught his eye. Tonight he was in the mood for something more manly, less curves and more hard muscle…mmm yes please.

There were plenty of hot looking men out there tonight, grinding and touching hot sweat slicked bodies. Oh yeah, he was definitely in the mood for something male. He liked his upper lip, swiping some of the vodka that was resting there.

His eyes flittered through the crowd again and landed on a younger male. He was dressed in tight leather trousers that accentuated his lithe body and a black mesh top, his pink nipples peeking through the netting. His shiny black hair partially obscured his pale face. Enrico lingered on the man for a while longer, his face seemed slightly familiar but he shook it off. He’d probably seen him in the street or something. He looked to be of Asian descent, slight in build. The man must have felt someone’s eyes on him because he looked around, finally landing on him.

His eyes were a light shade of grey, slightly slanted at the edges; they looked over at him for a few moments lingering on his exposed chest before meeting his eyes. The man looked startled as recognition slowly seeped onto his features. Enrico smirked. The guy should look at him like that, he was the almighty Enrico Santini, and boy was he hot, if he did say so himself.

Enrico winked at the man and gestured for him to come over to the bar, no way would Enrico lower himself to walking towards his potential fuck, no, they had to come to him. The Asian man sauntered over to him, swinging his hips sensually as he walked.

His lithe form wove gracefully between the many dancing couples, occasionally shooting a sultry glance at Enrico as he made his way over to the bar. Enrico smiled, oh yeah, this was gonna be one hell of a night.

Enrico turned around on his bar stool, leaning his back against the edge of the bar, casually sipping his drink and appreciatively looking the guy over. The smaller man boldly walked up to him and placed his hands on his knees, pushing them apart and moving his body between them. Enrico raised a brow at this brazen behaviour, but in no way was he complaining.

He sat up straighter, bringing his legs around the smaller man until they touched his leather clad hips. He brought his hands down and rested them on the man’s sides, feeling his warm skin beneath the fish net top. The smaller man smiled seductively and plucked Enrico’s drink out of the hand near his right hip and sipped at it. He ran his tongue over his pink lips and smirked, leaning forward to speak directly into Enrico’s ear.

“So, you wanna get out of here?”

Enrico smirked and leaned down to suck on the smaller man’s ear lobe.

“Let’s go.”

They wrestled their way through the crowded club and waited for the valet to bring Enrico his car. The younger man whistled when a red dodge viper was brought around and the valet reluctantly handed the keys over to Enrico. He lovingly ran his hands over the car, caressing the body work like a lover would.

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?”

He asked the wide-eyed young man, the man shook his head bringing himself out of his stupor and smirked at Enrico.

“Sure is.”

They climbed into the sporty red number and sped away.

“So you know a good discreet place?” The Asian man asked voice soft with a slight accent. “Y’know, if my work found out I’m gay, it wouldn’t be very good.”

Enrico raised an eyebrow at that, he was anything but discreet by this time tomorrow everyone would know he’d taken some guy back and fucked him but his father would take care of any rumours.

“Not really y’know, I’m not the discreet type. But if you know somewhere we can go I’m game.”

The Asian smiled attractively.

“Yeah, I know a place.”

They pulled up at a deserted motel, the bright neon lighting only showing the ‘e’ on the large metal sign beside the dusty road.

Enrico raised an eyebrow, well it certainly was discreet.

The young man jumped out of the viper and walked to the check in area, coming back a moment later with a key. Enrico slowly got out of his car and locked it, walking towards him.

“We’re in one-o-nine,” he said with a grin and slowly led the way to the room, looking over his shoulder at Enrico every few minutes and giving him a sultry look.

When they reached the room he put the key in the lock and pushed the paint flaked door open revealing a room with some questionable stains on the walls and carpet and a strong smell of damp. Enrico wrinkled his nose at the dank impression of the room, he was glad there was hardly anyone here; it would ruin his reputation to be seen in such a dive.

As soon as they were both in the room he grabbed the smaller man and pushed him against the door, kissing him roughly. The man opened his mouth, allowing Enrico’s aggressive tongue to push into his moist cavern. He groaned as he felt his hands being raised above his head and a well muscled thigh push between his leather clad legs and grind into his rapidly swelling cock.

Ethan broke the kiss and roughly grabbed the edge of the fish net shirt, pulling it over the smaller man’s head to expose his chest for his pleasure. He discarded the shirt somewhere around the room and bent to take one of those deliciously pink nipples into his mouth. He teased the erect nub with his tongue and teeth until he had the man leaning against the door and moaning loudly, tugging at his dark brown locks and begging for more.

“Mmmhh let’s move this to the bed,” the Asian gasped out, grinding his erection against the thigh still wedged between his legs.

Enrico smirked against the skin of his chest and gave the nipple he was currently feasting on one long slow lick before abruptly releasing the man and pulling off his shirt as he made his way to the bed.

He glanced back and saw the man quickly gather his wits and follow after him undoing the top button of his leather trousers. When he got within distance of Enrico he grabbed his wrist and pushed him onto the bed climbing over him and resting his elbows either side of his head. Grey eyes blinked up at him and he felt a warm hand run up and down his muscled back.

He opened his thighs wider, causing Enrico to shift lower and settle comfortably between his legs.

“Fuck me,” the shorter man whispered, pulling Enrico down for a searing kiss and wiggling erotically beneath him. Enrico groaned as he felt the lithe body push up and meet his erection.

He moved his hand down and grabbed the bulge through the leather, rubbing quickly for a few moments before undoing and finally touching the silky skin of the swollen member. The smaller man groaned and arched up into the touch, grabbing hold of the muscled shoulders and clenching.

Enrico grinned, there was nothing more satisfying than having a willing partner sprawled out in front of you begging to be fucked by you, it was such a turn on.
He attacked the leather trousers, pulling them off along with the black boots the man was wearing, shucking off his own clothing while he was at it.

He looked down at the pale body sprawled out on the dingy sheets and licked his lips. Oh yeah, he was gonna enjoy this piece of ass.

He climbed halfway up the pale body and stopped at the straining erection, licking the swollen head then slowly making his way down the shaft. He licked and sucked the pretty cock for a few moments enjoying the way the body beneath him moaned and writhed as he teased it. He then took the head in his mouth and worked his way down until his nose was buried in the slightly coarse hair at the base causing a deep groan and an “oh my god” to be released from the recipient.

He used his free hand to play with his balls and slowly sucked up and down the erection, he squeezed the balls roughly and then tasted the slightly salty come as the smaller man rose up off the sheets and cried his completion.

Enrico sat up on his knees and licked his lips.

“You got any lube?” he asked as he looked around the room.

“Y-yeah,” the man reached into his trousers and pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his leathers.

“Here,” he handed the bottle to Enrico and leaned back on the bed, his knees raised and apart invitingly.

Enrico smirked as he unscrewed the cap and squeezed the cool jelly-like substance onto his fingers, he leant over the pale body and started to kiss and lick his chest as he gently circled the man’s hole. He pushed one finger in and felt no resistance; this guy was no newbie to anal sex. He added a second finger and started moving them in and out. The Asian guy was getting so turned on he pushed greedily against the invading digits, arching his back and begging for more.

Enrico scissored his fingers and finally added a third, making sure his partner was properly stretched before removing his fingers and leaning over the bed, reaching into his trouser pocket for the condom he always kept there. He pulled it onto his inflated cock and lubed it up, whilst looking at the writhing figure on the sheets. Oh yes he was gonna enjoy this.

He covered the man with his muscular body again and placed the head of his cock at the eager hole, slowly pushing in until he was fully sheathed in the warm heat. They both groaned at the feeling. He started off slowly, moving his hips in small circles as he pulled out and pushed back in. He gradually sped up, grabbing one of those lean knees and pulling it up over his broad shoulder to give him better leverage.

He thrust in again, brushing up against the guy’s prostate and causing his hole to involuntarily squeeze around his cock. Broken moans and mixed phrases filled the dingy room and the fucking increased.

“Oh god yeah! Right there!”

Two simultaneous groans rang out in the room as both of them reached their completion. Enrico rolled off the smaller man and pulled off the used condom, walking to the bathroom and disposing of it in the bin there. He quickly cleaned himself off and returned to the room to see the man sprawled out on the bed, looking half asleep.
Enrico yawned, normally he wouldn’t stay after a fuck, would get dressed and go, but today he was feeling abnormally tired and decided what would it hurt? He climbed back onto the bed and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes he told himself he would only have a quick nap then he’d go home.

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Enrico groaned, he had a headache and the light streaming into his eyes wasn’t doing it any good. How much did he drink last night? He couldn’t remember a thing and why did his room smell so bad?

He sat up and panic quickly entered him, wait he wasn’t in his room. He looked around the shabby motel room and slowly images of the night before entered his mind. He looked to his left and saw that the bed was empty apart from a note on the pillow.

Enrico frowned and reached for the piece of motel paper sitting innocently on the pillow. He slowly read through the neat handwriting signed at the bottom with “Love Shai”. He blinked and re-read it. What the hell?!


Dear Mr Santini,

As you can see I’m not here anymore. You were probably feeling really tired, that would be the drug I had slipped into your drink last night, it’s slow working but boy will it knock you out!

You should check out your car and maybe your wallet.

Don’t forget to read La Bella’s today; it’s bound to make for some interesting reading.
I hope you think twice before you decide to ruin a family’s life again.

Love,

Shai x


Enrico quickly pulled on his clothes from the night before and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, opening it up he found that all his credit cards were gone. He’d been robbed, what the fuck?

He quickly left the room and looked for his car. He gasped, his eyes widened and an overwhelming rage went through him. His car…was scratched. The whole of the body were keyed and the tires slashed, the windows smashed in. One word was written across the bonnet “Jerk” was scratched into the red paint.

What the fuck? His car! How was he going to get home?

He reached his car and carefully opened the door, hoping that his phone was still in there, but alas it had disappeared. Damn it, how was he going to call someone? He had no cash, he paid for everything by card and that little shit had taken them.

He roared loudly in frustration, raking a hand through his slightly greasy hair and made his way to the reception of the motel hoping that someone there could help him.
He reached the desk to find it empty with a sign saying “Closed”. What the fuck? What was he going to do now?

He sighed and resigned himself to walking along the road and hoping he could hitch hike his was back.

An hour and a half later he’d finally managed to get a lift and made his way home. When he entered the house he was greeted by the butler and told that his father was in his office and wanted to speak to him. He frowned but slowly made his way there.

He knocked and heard a muffled “enter” before he opened the door and made his way into the lavishly furnished office.

“Ah, Enrico, I’m glad you’re here. Have a seat.” His father gestured to one of the leather upholsteries.

Enrico cautiously sat down; he didn’t like the tone of voice his father was using.

“Right are you comfortable?” he questioned and Enrico nodded.

“Good. Now would you kindly tell me why I’ve had reporters phoning me up asking if my son’s gay and if I knew that he and his boyfriend just bought three multi-million dollar mansions and a private jet. Don’t try to lie to me I have your credit card statements here!”

Enrico gaped at him.

“Father, my credit cards were stolen last night and I was left stranded at a motel! I’ve only just got back and I’m not gay!”

“You’re not?” his father raised an eyebrow and then reached into a draw on his desk throwing down a magazine. “Then what’s this? You’re double?!”

Enrico looked at the front cover of La Bella and couldn’t quite believe his eyes. There on the front cover of America’s number one gossip magazine was an image of him and the boy from last night fucking, in fact there were several images of them making out. The headline read “Beloved Santini Gay?” in gaudy red letters.

“Father, look I-“

“I don’t want to hear it! Do you know how hard this is going to be to silence? I’ve already got my lawyer on the case threatening the magazine. This is going to seriously damage our reputation; I don’t think we’ll ever recover from this!”

“Father I’m so-“Enrico started to plead.

“No! I don’t want to hear it, go to your room, you’re under house arrest. Don’t try leaving.”

House arrest? Enrico was about to argue but then one stern look from his father stopped that thought in motion and he got up and went to his room.

He angrily paced. What the fuck? Who was this Shai and what had he ever done to him?

He sat down on his king sized bed and tried to think back and remember anything that might have pissed the small man off. Hell he pissed everyone off when he went around and collected his father’s debts…that was it! He knew he’d seen him before! He remembered a small Asian family who he’d had to evict about two years ago.

The oldest son had had to be held back by his body guards as he told them they either pay up or get lost. He remembered the son vowing that he’d get revenge; he’d just shrugged it off and continued on with his life. He never thought that the little punk would go through with it.

This was seriously fucked up.

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Shai Lin and his family were sat around a small kitchen table in an equally as small house. When Enrico Santini had decided to evict them and ruin their lives it had taken them a while to get back on their feet. Now they weren’t doing too badly, thanks to friends and family.

His father’s friend owned the club Novannah’s and had been looking for a way to get at Enrico Santini for a while. When he proposed his plan he immediately agreed to help him. His friend owned a rundown motel; it needed refurbishing and was closed whilst that was going on. It was perfect for his plan.

He grinned at how smoothly it went off. His mother wasn’t entirely happy about him having sex with Enrico Santini but she wanted to get him back for the way that he had financially crippled her family.

She grinned as she looked at the front page of La Bella’s.

Yep, that bastard had really gotten what he deserved. She smiled wrapping an arm around her eldest son’s shoulders. Pressing a kiss to the side of Shai’s head she smiled properly for the first time in years. After all she thought, ‘what goes around comes around’.