Page 108 of The Chameleon

“It’s so you,” Matteo said, chuckling at the devil mask that Ares wore. Except instead of a terrifying, evil grin, Ares hadasked for a twisted, perverted smirk that represented the horny little devil he had trapped inside his strapping young body.

Grasping Matteo’s hand, Ares helped his man from the car, taking a moment to admire how deliciously handsome Matteo looked in his perfectly fitted Armani suit. Ares had to hand it to himself; he really did know every square inch of his lover’s body.

“We’re seeing an opera?” Matteo asked, glancing up at the large poster outside the theatre.

“I know how much you love to keep me cultured,” Ares answered, caressing Matteo’s hand with his thumb. “Now, let’s head inside before we’re late.”

Once inside the elegant opera house, they were escorted to a large theatre where several small tables were set up, all with perfect views of the stage.

Ares pulled out one of the chairs and waited for a shocked Matteo to finally trust him enough to take a seat.

“I’m starting to think you have been replaced with one of those pod guys. Voluntarily going to an opera, opening my door, and now pulling out my chair… what happened to the horny man-beast who bent me over his car hood and fucked me ten ways from Sunday?” Matteo asked, still eyeing Ares skeptically.

Ares’s face turned red, and he gave a nervous laugh.

“Come now, don’t tell me you are shy all of a sudden?”

He took a quick look around the room, hoping no one overheard their adventures in Matteo’s garage. It was one of the moments where Matteo’s ass looked so fucking good in the dress pants he was wearing, Ares could not help himself. He threw Matteo face down over the hood of his car, yanked his pants down around his ankles, then fucked him until Matteo couldn’t take anymore.

Before he could say a word, the waiter arrived to take their drink order. Shortly after that, the man returned with their drinks, followed by a plate ofantipasto.

“The show will begin in a few minutes,” the waiter noted before disappearing into the darkness around them.

“Are you sure this is a good place? It doesn’t seem like there are a lot of other people here.”

Ares glanced around the room, taking note of the handful of people sitting at neighboring tables. Each person was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, complete with a stylish bowtie and a colorful Venetian mask.

“I’m sure this place is great. Have you known me to ever slum it?” Ares smirked, waiting for Matteo to respond with some sort of witty retort.

“It’s funny. The guy sitting at that table over there has the same blue-colored hair as Isaac.”

Ares looked over at the table Matteo was watching. “Sounds like someone is missing their children.”

Matteo’s eyes narrowed as he gently kicked Ares under the table.

“Just for that, I’m making you bottom tonight when we get back to the hotel.”

A man sitting at the table next to them jerked forward, practically spitting his champagne on the gentleman sitting next to him.

Ares chuckled. “Like that’s ever going to happen.”

While Ares would try bottoming if Matteo ever asked him to, he got the sense that Matteo loved getting fucked by him too much to ever miss an opportunity to have himself impaled.

“Do you find it strange that all the other guests in this place are men as well?”

Glancing around, Ares shrugged. “It’s Venice. It’s practically a wonderland for gay men. Throw in a Venetian mask and booze, and it’s basically gay heaven.”

Now it was Matteo’s turn to chuckle. He took Ares’s hand as the lights in the room dimmed.

The music started playing, and the actors stepped out on stage.

The opera was magical. Even though the performance was in Italian, the music and the emotions made the story easy to follow.

Stealing a glance at the love of his life, Ares watched as Matteo discreetly wiped a tear away. Halfway through the performance, they both decided to remove their masks. Ares preferred it that way. The beauty of the man sitting next to him should never be hidden from the world.

“God, I love you,” Ares whispered, catching a smile from Matteo as he mouthed the words back.

As the songstress completed her last solo, she gracefully stepped off the stage and began walking over to their table.

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