Violent strife

Ismael awoke to the the next morning, to an incessant ringing of the door bell, stretching out his hands, while still feeling sleepy, Ismael laid back on his soft coated bed, dozen back off as he fell to it. Woken once more by that same constant noise, Ismael grumbled, stepping down from where he had slept, recalling Alexander's absence the previous night, he assumed it had to be him, as he made his way down the stairs, dragging his feet accross the floor, yawning as rubbed his hands upon his eyes.

“Who might you be?“ Ismael questioned the young lady, who's picture appeared before the door monitor, squinting his eyes so he could see clearly.

“Your new house keeper” the lady responded with smile, while raising her ID, so that he could see.

Ismael drew open the door, his hands still rubbing unto his eyes, he walked towards the kitchen, getting himself a drinking water. Entering the house, the lady shut the door right behind her, standing right beside it, she waited on Ismael to break words to her.

“Name?“ Ismael asked, right from the kitchen's counter, where he stood pouring water into a cup, assuming the lady still stood, awaiting a question or something similar.

“Alicia” she replied, her eyes set upon the ground, while Ismael walked out, drinking the water he had poured out.

“Mhh ok” Ismael responded, taking a seat at the dinning table, which sat at his part of the house. His eyes glued to his phone, as he sat scrolling through it, resting himself backwards, he sipped a little water at intervals. “You could go about your business, don't mind my presence ” Ismael stated noticing the lady's presence, still fixed at where she stood previously.

“What food would I be making” Alicia questioned, gaining Ismael's attention once more.

“What ever you wish, I don't really care” Ismael replied, dropping off his used cup, as he stood, walking into the kitchen. “And”  Ismael added walking out, while Alicia was on her way in “ we are about four persons in this house, with you inclusive ”.

Alicia left bearing what Ismael had noted in mind, while Ismael laid himself out on the sofa, sleeping off in seconds.

Resuming her duties, Alicia began cleaning the house, moving forward, was her washing off whatever had been used the previous night, her final duty as she had lined up, being that of cooking.

By the time Alicia had began cooking, Leonel walked down into the kitchen, picking for himself a bottle of water, with absence of word to the new person he had seen, he walked out, back to lounge.

Leeping minutes later, after Leo had taken a seat right beside Ismael, switching on the TV set, Alexander walked in, greeting the two, who he had seen seated at the lounge.

“Hold on” Ismael said,responding to his greetings “What's that on your face?“ He asked, looking at bruise marks on Alexander.

Leonel lifted his eyes up at that point, looking towards Alex. With the movement of his face, he motioned for his exit, while turning his face back to the television screen.

“I asked a question?, one I believe needs an answer” Ismael stated, watching Alexander trying to leave 

Alexander halted to Ismael's words, while Ismael sat watching him quietly stand, bowing his face to the floor, as he whisked slightly in pain. Ismael understood at that moment, who it likely was, his conclusion drawn from previous night's events and Leonel's unprecedented silence to the matter at hand.

“Go clean yourself up” Leonel said, ordering Alexander out of Ismael's presence, as he stood, walking back to his room.

“You did this, right?“ Ismael questioned, standing up to Leonel, his voice blazed with anger, his eyes burning in rage.

“It's no consign of yours, Ismael ” Leonel responded, continuing in his halted tracks.

“Stop right there, Leo” Ismael thundered, his voice raised, halting Leonels steps once more “I am still talking” he said, walking futher towards Leo.

Chuckling, Leo turned to face Ismael “You got nevers, throwing a command at me” he said walking towards Ismael, his hands placed upon his waiste, he looked into his eyes “make sure, that's never repeated” Leonel demanded, his smile fading to an expression of annoyance.

“you did this right?“ Ismael questioned, straining his questions, he spoke loud and clear, to Leo's hearing.

“He did n..“ Alexander tried defending, his words being cut short, by Ismaels pointed finger towards him.

“I am not speaking to you” Ismael said, his voice stammering, as he turned back towards Leo, repeating once more his previous question.

“Yes, I did” Leonel responded, his face drawn close towards Ismael's “and what could you possibly do, scream?“ Leo questioned, his words flaming the rage which burned with in Ismael, sending Ismael's hands dashing across his face.

Leonel had the smile on his face, instantly disappear, turning to rage. His hands straddling unto Ismael's collar, Leo grabbed hold of Ismael's shirt, thursing him to the sofa, which laid beneath them, his body hovering over Ismael, he pinned him to it.

Unlikely restrained to hit Ismael as he had willed, Leo glared at him, he breath heavy, he could feel his muscles pump with the pressure of his hearts increase. Leonel heaving a sigh released Ismael, pointing at him without saying a word, he stormed up the stairs into his room, shutting the door behind.

Hearing Leonel's door bang close, Ismael arose from where he laid, dressing his collar, he stood walking up the stairs, towards his room

“Bring me a warm water” Ismael demanded “in few minutes” he said, pointing at Alexander “be in my room” he said walking into his room.

Sitting upon his bed, Ismael sighed feeling bad at what had taken place, he detested the idea of getting physical with anyone, the mere thought of what had happened, made him regret the moment of his outburst, the painon his neck, making his situation seem worst.

A knock came through few minutes later, Alicia pushed open the door, walking in bearing warm water, with Alexander coming right behind her. 

Dropping it off, Alicia walked out, being asked to leave, leaving Alexander alone with him. Ismael stared at the standing Alex, he dashed his hands few times, upon the space beside him, motioning Alexander to take a sit.

“Take off your shirt” Ismael said, his eyes fixed at Alexander, who stood wondering why such request had been made “It's to ease off your pain” Ismael explained, raising to Alexander's view the wet towel he held, assuring him of doing nothing out of line.

Alex took off his shirts, laying on the soft mattress while Ismael pressed the warm towel unto his body, after every dip into water. Painful at first, Alex screamed in pain, his body tumbling, he wished to move off “easy” Ismael said, reducing the pressure to Alex's comfort. Soon reducing his screams to low moanful noises, Ismael felt his desires rise, as Alexander's body quivered, same with his muscle, his sounds causing a hard on to Ismael's cock, making it hard for Ismael to suppress his lust.

Being woken by a knock on his door, Leonel allowed entrance to whomever it was knocking, while he rose to have a view of who it was.

“And who could you be?” Leonel questioned, his baritone voice sending shivers down Alice's spines, as she walked in.

Stautaring, Alicia identified herself, her hands quivering at the sight of Leonel's stare. Her eyes lingering, Alicia stared back at Leonel's body, gulping down at his sexisness, she bit down her lips, trying to withhold any sounds.

“would like to take care of your injuries” Alicia stated, walking closer, she could have a clearer view of Leonel, her heart racing,  she wished nothing other than his body on hers.

Looking into her eyes, her lust for him was vivid, Leonel was sure of her reasons differing from whatever she had previously said. Placing the warm bowl of water before Leo, Leonel had a rethink on allowing her have her way, he was still enraged, and could do what he wouldn't wish do.

“Proceed” Leonel commanded, his eyes staring down at Alicia, as she knelt before him. 

Raising her hands towards Leo, Alicia took hold of his hands, placing the warm towel on his knuckles.“I saw you punch the wall on your way out, so” Alicia whispered, trying to explain, Leo sealing her lips with his fingers.

“Pull it off” Leonel said, his eyes fixed at the Alicia, who seemed bewildered by his sudden demand.

Not sure on what to do, Alicia knelt frozen, her mind confused on what to do next, she wondered if succumbing to her desires was best, or keeping focused and not derailing from her ethics was.

“You may leave” Leonel said to Alice, seeing her mind still fluctuated on what to do.

Alicia stood up per Leonel's request, walking towards the room's exit, her mind still sat contemplating on her decision being wrong or not, as he walked out.

 Absent minded as she walked, Alicia bumped upon Alexander, walking into the kitchen, there minds both evaded by sexual thoughts with his difference being only the event of the previous night, with no words or commands said. “Sorry” the both apologised, continuing there journey, towards there respective destinations.

Avoiding Leonels presence, Ismael stayed put in his room, his only companion for the day being Alexander, his evening guest.

“Thought you wouldn't be here” Ismael said to Alex, who had him engaged in a conversation “wouldn't Leo be mad?“ He asked, trying not to create more problems.

Alexander flashed him a smile “I believe we are friends now” Alexander stated “ or else you think otherwise?“ he questioned,  facing towards the smiling Ismael, a little spark of emotion crossing through his heart.

“Yes, we are” Ismael responded, his thought wandering back to Alicia, whom he had previously requested to see. “And where is..?“

“You called for me sir” Alicia said, entering at same moment Ismeal had thought of her.

Pointing towards a file which laid accross the table, Ismael asked Alicia to give those to Leo, “I would have asked Alex to do it, but avoiding..“ Ismael stated, slightly bending his head towards Alexander, indicating the both, might still have some unfinished issues.

Alicia understood, picking up the file, she strolled along the corridors, towards Leonel's room.Tapping unto the door, Alicia was allowed entrance, with her stating her objective, Leonel asked for her exit, dropping the file.

“Drop it off and leave” Leonel said to Alicia, turning back to his disrupted show, being presently aired.

Alicia turned to leave, pulling the doors partly open, she halted turning back “ Do I still have my chances” she questioned facing Leo, referring to her initial plan to have his cock.

Leonel turned turned, facing the lady, smiling at her submissive look, he motioned her to come closer, using his finger tips. 

Alicia stepped closer, her eyes focused on his prints, knelt before Leo, her hands placed upon his lap.

“Pull it off” Leonel commanded, setting aside, any form of restrain.

Moving his hands backward, Leonel pressed them upon the soft coated mattress, his feet set apart, as his breifs fell to the ground,  he groaned, feeling his dick's cap being wet by Alicia's tongue.

Troubled by Alicia absence, who hadn't returned, Ismael left the now sleeping Alexander, in search of her, he feared Leonel might have taken out his anger on her, but decided to search the kitchen first.

Walking in and yet not seeing her, Ismael proceeded towards where he had set her,  hearing of a crashing sound, Ismael hastened his steps to Leo's room.

Getting there, Ismael moved to push, the slightly opened door, stopping in his tracks at the sound of a moan, he peeped through from an opened space. Ismael from where he stood, could vividly see Alicia bent over the bed, with Leo's cock buried deep inside her, as she screamed out loudly, calling upon his name.

“It must have been that” Ismael said, noticing the broken cup, with scattered on the floor.

Withdrawing his steps slowly, Ismael left the doorpost unnoticed, or so he thought as Leo had long already noticed his presence the very moment his feet had step before the door, being he had no interest, in the sex he was having.

Ismael walked back to his room, shutting the door, he fell unto his bed, his breath heavy, he surely was hard under his pants, with memories of his encounter, flashing before his eyes.

Seating into his bed, Ismael unzipped his short, his hands yanking out his cock, he began wanking at it as his shorts fell off, forgetting of Alexander's presence.

Ismael moaned loudly at the thought of Leo's cock, his breath hitching as he felt hands being laid on his tighs, jerking his body. Shutting open his eyes, Ismael met Alexander's gaze, one filled with much hunger, he could feel the heat of it.

“I want you too” Alexander declared, drawing closer towards Ismael, raising his head till the meeting of there lips met, his hands clenching unto Ismaels face, as there tongues fought for dominance.

Pulling off there clothes each lunched at thereselves, ravaging there body with kisses, ready to fufil there every desires. Getting Ismael to a sitting position, Alexander sat upon Ismaels lap, slowly plunging his cock, right into himself with the help of his hands. Ismael moaned feeling the warm walls of Alexander's gutt, it's wet sensation, sending waves of extreme pleasure at every thrust. There bodies aligned, Alexander felt the stab at his bowels, at every dive, sending his seeds flying off his dangling cock. Feelings close, at Alex's squeeze, as he nutted, Ismael turned over Alex, pushing deep into him, as he spilt deep his seeds, quivering as all went in, a pleasurable sight, Leonel had long been watching.