In the ten minutes given to Lien for the ice run proved challenging for Lien who was trying to get a rental car. The woman at the front desk was writing down his information, made a phone call for the car to be brought to the entrance, and taking a photo in case of damages to the vehicle, "Mr. Cheung, your car will arrive in ten minutes. Please, have a seat." She said and continued her work at the desk. Lien shuffled nervously to a lounge chair and sat down, bouncing his leg as he kept watch of the time. He had five minutes left and Peng was one to be punctual, always eager to be around Lien. It was nerve-wracking how the clock ticked by and the tantalizing ten minutes passed— the minutes to get the ice. He was expecting the car in six minutes and his eyes kept going over to the elevator.

The elevator numbers were descending and Lien quickly stood up, going to the entrance to leave and wait outside for the car. He had sweat forming on his brow as he went outside with the icy air crashing against his skin. Wearing short sleeves and shorts was a terrible idea in the Russian tundra weather. His eyes began watering and he kept glancing to the lobby of the hotel, he saw Peng step out of the elevator and headed towards the main desk. "Where is the ice maker?" Peng asked the lady at the desk and she rose a brow, "Ice maker? This is a luxury hotel, not a Motel 6, sir. If you want ice all you have to do is call room service." She laughed and began to dial the number for room service.

On the outside, Lien had realized Peng knew that he lied about the ice. A car pulled up and a valet guy stepped out. "Mr. Cheung, your car. Here's the key-" and before the man could finish Lien rushed over and grabbed the keys. "Thanks! Gotta go." Lien called out as he got into the car, speeding off onto the icy road. In the side mirror, he saw Peng running outside and grabbing the valet guy by the collar and began yelling at him. Lien exhaled softly and got onto the main road, he wasn't the best driver and swerved a few times and ran a traffic light. "Jesus..." He muttered and turned down the street Vitya gave him on the phone. It was a quiet neighborhood with large modern houses that were repurposed into rich apartments.

When he arrived at the house he noticed there was only one light on, stepping out of the vehicle and turning it off as he went up the steps to the door, knocking subtly. A surveillance camera above the door turned towards him and after a few minutes of Lien standing in the cold, the door opened and an old man stood in front of Lien with a small smile. "Young Master Lien, come inside you must be cold." The man had white hair and piercing green eyes, ushering Lien inside and guiding him to a home lift. "Do you need anything before I send you up to him?" The old man asked, Lien shaking his head. Once he was inside the home lift, the gate closed and the man stood outside and kept his eye on Lien ascending to the top floor.

His skin was covered in chills from standing in the cold and it wasn't until the home lift reached the top floor and he stepped out did he feel the warmth of central heating and a fireplace. Lien walked out into the living room to see one floor lamp was on. It casted an amber glow in the otherwise dark room. "You surprise me, I thought you were all talk." Vitya's voice came out from the kitchen and he stepped out with his blue eyes looking Lien up and down. "No sense in lying to you, you'll see right though it." Lien gave a snarky remark and Vitya remained quiet. Pouring two glasses of whiskey and handing one to Lien.

Before Lien could grab the glass, Vitya pulled him to himself and grabbed the others chin. "Don't forget who's in control here." The man whispered, opening Lien's mouth and pouring the whiskey into his mouth. Lien swallowed and looked up at the taller man, grabbing Vitya's belt-looped waist line and pulled him closer. "You can't break me so easy, I'm not your whore." Lien said and grabbed the glass and stepped away from Vitya, drinking the foul sharpness of the whiskey and stifled his face reactions to it. Lien watched as Vitya scoffed and took a sip of his own whiskey. "Tell me, why did you come alone? Not very smart, kotenok." Vitya began to walk towards Lien and set his glass down on the side table by the couch and Lien backed away.

"I don't need protection." Lien responded, his brows curving upwards and he finished the whiskey in the glass, Vitya taking it away from him and setting it down. The man continued to walk towards Lien until they reached the corner in the wall and Vitya smirked. "It would be so easy to kill you, take out the spare of the Triad. What's stopping me if you're alone?" He growled in a low tone and Lien's back met the cold wall behind him. His breath hitched and he kept eye contact with Vitya. "I like the danger, it excites me." Lien said, his hand coming up and touching Vitya's chest. "You think I want to break you? No...that wouldn't be interesting at all. I want to learn about you, what you crave, what makes you tick." Vitya voice was low and intimidating, and then his breath became shaky when he felt Lien's hand tracing down the many scars on his torso. His flaws touched so gently melted that icy stature he had, making him burn inside.

"Sasha was right, you are quite the brat. Thinking you can get through to me. What is it that you want?" Vitya chuckled and one of his hands came over and rested over Lien's hand on his chest. Those words made Lien's cheeks stain with a deep shade of pink. "Isn't it obvious? I want you to fuck me." Lien whispered and captured Vitya's face with his hand, ushering him down to his height and kissing him. That tension was sliced like warmed butter and Vitya wasted no more time with their game of chess. His strong arms came down and lifted Lien's thighs up, carrying him down the dark hallway. The door of the bedroom creaked open and a large bed with black silk sheets covered in moonlight tempted them inside.

Vitya tossed Lien onto the bed and hovered over him, kissing down the others neck and ripped Lien's shirt off and threw it onto the floor. Lien swallowed roughly, sliding his shorts off with trembling hands. Every part of his body exposed under the celestial glow pouring through the window like silver rain. "This what you wanted?" Vitya breathed against the skin of Lien's neck and he sensed something. Lien's skill for wrapping Vitya around his finger was a façade, evident by his shaky and inexperienced nature. It was too late now, Vitya cursing under his breath. "Were you saving yourself for me, how cute." Vitya moved down to remove Lien's black underwear and lifted him into his lap, trailing his hand down Lien's spine and reaching over to grab a bottle from the night stand. He poured liquid down his spine and pushed Lien's shoulders forward. He dipped his fingers in the liquid and slid them down to Lien's posterior, coaxing his flower to open.

Lien tensed his body, biting his lip and taking a deep breath as Vitya's hand traced up the front of Lien's body and brought him back up. "I'm not weak, I can handle it." Lien spat as Vitya suddenly pushed the others hips down and entered him deeply. It was an explosion of his nerves setting on fire and he gasped loudly while Vitya held Lien tightly. "Don't give up now, watch me take you in the mirror." Vitya whispered in Lien's ear and wrapped his hand around Lien's throat, putting pressure on the blood flow. There was a moment where Lien's body fought against the perceived intrusion, he tightened around Vitya's masculinity as though to expel it.

"Oh, kotenok. You better not pass out on me." Vitya grumbled and started a slow rhythm, flesh against flesh in hot and wetted desire. Lien whimpered and watched himself in the mirror being taken by Vitya, hell was catching fire and the splendors of lust began. Vitya was merciless and did not care about Lien's inexperience, instead he would ruin him until the younger man was incapable of walking. Flashes of white clouded Lien's vision and only the whispers of Vitya's voice kept him grounded in reality.

"You are my God, Vitya. Don't stop."