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It was Friday evening and Joni had just ended his date early. He could see from early on that it was going nowhere and decided that it was not worth it to waste his energy on him.

It was raining out, gloomy, and dark November evening. On his way home, he stopped at a nearby cafe, to keep himself from getting soaked having forgotten to take an umbrella with him.

When he headed toward the counter to get himself a coffee, he noticed a familiar face. It took him a moment to remember where he knew this person from, and then it hit him; Misha's friend, from the club!

After getting the cup of coffee he ordered, Joni casually made his way toward the man who was reading.

"Is this seat taken?" Joni asked boldly, and the other looked up at him. There was a passing confusion on his features before a clear recognition followed.

"No, please, sit down," the guy smiled politely. Smiling back, Joni did.

"Terrible weather out, isn't it?" he started the small talk, taking off his coat, and wiping the droplets of water from it.

"It is, yes," the still nameless guy nodded, watching him with curiosity. "I've never cared for this time of the year," he hesitantly continued.

"Indeed, I'm more of a spring and summer person myself," Joni smiled, taking the cup between his hands. "I'm Joni, by the way," he said before taking a careful sip.

"Yeah," the guy nodded, still staring at him with a somewhat dumb expression, before shaking his head with a small amusement of pacing out like that. "I'm Mikael," he smiled back. "Hm, I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I?"

"Yes, and I've seen you too. You're Misha's friend." Joni grinned.

"Oh yes, you're a friend of his brother. I saw you at the club when..." Mikael stopped, "um, Misha found you in time?"

"Yes, but I had the situation under control," Joni lied. "You're still seeing him?" he asked, not seeing the reason to be less straightforward. Mikael gave a soft chuckle.

"Yes, I was supposed to meet him here, but he called to say that he's running a bit late."

"Hm well, then I can just keep you company until he arrives." To this, the guy smiled.

"I wouldn't mind," he said, looking at him in a certain way that almost made Joni laugh madly within; Misha's boyfriend was flirting with him!

"You look very familiar. I felt that way when I first saw you. Maybe we've met before too?" Mikael asked after some time. Joni leaned forward and smiled.

"Oh, I think I would remember," he grinned, "but you may have seen me. I'm a model, I've done some ads in magazines, and... One that was aired on TV this summer."

"Hm, interesting." Mikael tilted his head while observing him, leaning a bit closer to him. "Well, you certainly have the face and body for it," he grinned. Joni wondered if Misha knew how easy it would be to seduce his boyfriend; but on the other hand, it might be better for this guy. He might be greatly disappointed when finding that Misha would need a dildo to satisfy him.

"Thank you," Joni smiled almost shyly, pretending to be flattered by his comment.

"It's the truth," Mikael smirked, not taking his eyes off him.

"How long have you known Misha?" Joni asked after a small silence that felt awkward.

"Well, I've gone to the same school with him for over a year, but we only recently started going out, so no, we're not a couple yet."

"I see," Joni smiled and took another sip of the coffee.

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Misha hadn't talked much with Ivo after the dildo incident; the idiot was as stupid as he was old. It had gone to the point where Ivo had promised that he could bring whoever he wanted to the party and he had even promised not to meddle in it. But what was most important; he had promised not to say a word about the little, pervy kid.

Misha thought he wanted to invite Mikael. the dates they had been to so far were quite unfortunate and Misha would like to have even one successful date with him.

They had agreed to meet in one coffee house and maybe go clubbing from there, but somehow Misha ended up late. He blamed the traffic, and he blamed the horrid weather.

Finally, he got there, late by thirty minutes! While he had told Mikael on the phone to be late by fifteen! He hated to make people wait.

He entered and looked around for Mikael. It didn't take him long to spot him, only he wasn't alone, he was talking to... That freaking pain in the ass brat! For a moment, he saw red and stormed towards them.

"Just what the hell are you doing here?!" he demanded from the insufferable kid, who looked up at him with those big honey-brown eyes of his.

"Easy there. I was just keeping company with your boyfriend here, while you were running late," he explained calmly. Misha gave him a thunderous look, barely able to calm himself. The brunet sure had had a great talent of making him angry. Just like now, there he was pretending all innocent, when in fact Misha could swear that he was laughing his ass off! That sweet smile on his face didn't fool him.

"I'm sure you were," he muttered. "Now here I am, and you better get home, it's getting late and I'm not going to move a finger if you get your ass in trouble again."

Joni stood up slowly. He looked at Mikael and smiled.

"It was nice talking with you. Perhaps I'll see you around and about the thing we talked about..." he took a piece of paper and wrote his phone number on it, sliding it across the table to him. Mikael took it, looking at him with curiosity. "...you can just call me."

"Thanks, it was nice talking to you as well," Mikael replied, folding the piece of paper and putting it in his pocket.

"And now I'll leave you two lovebirds," Joni grinned, looking at Misha now. "Have a good evening."

Misha didn't remember the last time he had been this mad, the last time he had felt such deep hatred. The fact that Mikael smiled at the brat and the fact that he had accepted his number -It was driving him insane!

The brat was gone, but his tension wasn't. He tried to smile at his date, but the smile came out crooked and felt fake.

"Sorry for being late," he apologized, but his voice was upset and Mikael heard it.

The date ended up being a disaster in the end. They were almost quarreling about the vain, stupid brat and Misha got home early. He wanted to get roaring drunk and forget his shitty luck since he met the brat!

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It was Saturday when they had the party, the party that Ivo had been obsessing about for days. He had plenty of booze. He got some hot girls coming, some hot guys coming, friends of his, and the place would be filled with people. Ivo had also taken the liberty of inviting Dima's cute friend.

Ivo knew it was a risk to have him there since he seemed to rub his brother the wrong way, but he was just too curious. He was curious to know what would happen or would anything happen if one were to throw a little alcohol in the mix.

Ivo saw something more in this 'hatred' that Misha claimed to feel for Joni. Yes, something more, most definitely.

Ivo was mixing the punch in the kitchen when Misha stepped into the room.

"Soo, Vodka, ready to party?" he asked with a grin, using the nickname he had given to his brother a few years back. Misha narrowed his eyes at him, still not having completely forgiven him for the dildo incident. However, he did appreciate that he had been keeping quiet about it and stopped mentioning the little walking plague.

"What's there to be ready? I'm gonna get drunk, fall asleep, and wake up with a hell of a hangover. No need to get ready for that."

"Ah, but you can't say for sure. Maybe you'll hook up with someone? Wake up next to someone, huh? Wouldn't that be nice?" Ivo grinned, playfully hitting his arm.

Misha shook his head. "I firmly believe that drunken affairs are a bad taste, so thanks. I'd rather wake up miserable and all alone, thank you."

"Gods, you're in a shitty mood," Ivo commented. "If that's what happens when you don't get laid often enough, then I most definitely will get laid tonight, girl, boy, whatever..."

"Whatever is the closest to what you'll get, most probably your own hand. And no, not going to lend you my dildo." Misha took a beer from the fridge, after all, he had firmly set his mind to getting drunk. No one was going to stop him, not even his ridiculously strong head!

Ivo rolled his eyes. He knew just what his brother needed, and it wasn't to wake up alone yet again. He had to do something to make this happen, as he wasn't sure if he could live another full week with the cranky bitch that was his brother.

Finally, the guests started to arrive. Ivo had decided to allow Dima to stay at the start as well, knowing that his plan for later was to go spend the night at his new girlfriend's house. He thought it was better for Joni as well, to have his friend there to make him more relaxed before the party would go wild. And to his experience, it would get wild.

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Joni had been surprised when getting Ivo's invitation, but the thought of not accepting hadn't even crossed his mind. Dima and Eva would be there too, but Dima wasn't planning on staying that long since Eva's parents weren't home and they'd have the whole house for themselves. At least one of them was getting some; was Joni's thought of the matter.

He also wondered about the possibility of continuing his current, most favorite hobby; tormenting Misha. It was just too funny for him to watch the anger forming on the other's face, and Joni wondered if the older boy would actually pop some vein in his head anytime soon. He couldn't help himself, it was simply too much fun to stop!

When Joni got to the house, it was already filled with people. It didn't take him long to find Dima and Eva in the living room. The couple was seated as close together as possible, leaving plenty of room for him to sit beside them and leave little room between them. It was still a little awkward. Joni just didn't feel comfortable in her presence, there was just something that didn't click between them. But since Dima seemed to be so in love with her, Joni wanted to at least try to get along. 

Opening his first beer Joni tried to open a somewhat casual conversation with the couple. Even managing to exchange some forced pleasantries with Eva. It was however painfully clear from the start where both their true interest was; each other and the first shared night ahead.

Joni shifted his attention elsewhere and looked around in the room. It didn't take him long to realize just what or who it was that he was looking for to see; Misha.

He saw him playing cards with his friends, a little farther away and smirked. Mikael was nowhere to be seen though, guess their date didn't go that well after all. It was no surprise really, since he had received a text message from the guy at midnight that same night. Another topic he could tease Misha with.

The moment he checked back on his friend, he saw him attached to his girlfriend's lips and rolled his eyes.

"Joni, I think we're leaving...um, do you mind?" Dima asked some minutes later.

"No, have fun," he smiled. Honestly, in Dima's shoes he would have done the same. He took a long gulp of his beer, watching as the two of them left the house giggling and kissing on the way.

When he was alone, he stood up and decided that it was time for some mingling, no way that he would stay in the corner all alone and pathetic!

"Joni, did Dima leave already?" Ivo caught him before he had gotten far.

"Yes, they did, just now."

"Well we can't have you all alone, can we? Come with me." Ivo grinned and led him to the kitchen where he handed him a glass of punch. "And now, I'm going to introduce you to some people."


Misha had had a few beers that made him pleasantly relaxed, but not drunk, just as he expected. But the good part was that he was finally able to let go of the grudges he had been keeping against the brat.

He started playing poker early on with some friends of Ivo and so far he even won some money. They were sitting in the corner, farther away from other people. Joking, drinking, chatting, and playing. Generally, Misha had a much better time than he had been expecting. Who cared about a stupid date?

Finally, he thought that he had enough of poker, at least this kind of poker, so he thanked the guys for a good game and went hunting for some food. He grabbed a couple of sandwiches that Ivo had made in huge amounts. So far the food had not attracted anyone's attention as they were too busy getting themselves wasted with booze.

Then he spotted Ivo, taking care of his youngest...So he was there again, part of him had already expected it. But like he cared, he was Ivo's responsibility now, so he would let him take care of him.

Then Ivo saw him and leaving Joni among his friends, he made his way over to him.

"Having fun?" he asked with a grin, giving him a brotherly slap on his back. Misha gave him a look, that was neither unhappy nor angry, just a look.

"As much as I can," he told him calmly, nodding, though a small smirk slipped onto his lips. "Having fun playing the babysitter?" 

Ivo raised his eyebrow and looked towards where the young Finn stood, with his friend, having a conversation with him, smiling, laughing. 

"Who says I'm a babysitter?" Ivo smirked back. "I don't know about you, but he doesn't look like a child to me, not at all...and not to my friend either if I can tell."

"Yeah, well, maybe he doesn't but he is NOT legal to be here, not legal to drink ..." Misha looked at him; he was holding beer now, but who knows what it would be later? "... beer and definitely not-," he waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever."

"Misha, you're being kind of a hypocrite here, I remember you starting to drink as young as sixteen! Come now, it was only five years ago, surely you remember." Ivo laughed, looking amusedly at him.

"Whatever, I had more brains than him, obviously," Misha rolled his eyes.

"You know, I think someone is in need of some vodka," Ivo grinned.

"This someone being ...?" Misha pretended to be oblivious.

"Well, who is it that I like to call Vodka?" Ivo smirked, "huh?"

"If you really want me to get drunk, you don't have to worry, I'm planning on it myself, just today, just to ..." forget that the brat to the side of him, was now talking to one of Ivo's friends. "You keep an eye on your minor charge and I'm going to get drunk," Misha pointed his finger to Joni and then walked away to get some vodka.


Ivo shook his head, looking at the boy, what did it matter if he wasn't quite eighteen yet? He could be, from the looks of him, so what were a few months? Ivo himself had drunk already at the age of fourteen and he had turned out alright, not that he would encourage anyone under sixteen to drink and even after that it depended on the person, but Joni looked like he would be able to handle it.

That was when Ivo thought that some game was in order, something fun, something a bit crazy. He went to collect some of his friends to join, people he knew would be fun to play with.

"Yo, Vodka, come out to play!" he shouted, already sitting down at their going-to-be gaming area.

Misha had taken a few shots of vodka that made him feel hotter, but that was about all the effect that he was experiencing, part of feeling even more relaxed. He lazily made his way towards Ivo and his friends, smiling softly, innocently.

"Games?" he flashed them a grin, stopping by them. "You definitely want to lose, Ivo."

"We'll see about that, little brother," Ivo grinned in return. "So people, as for the rules, the winner gets a drink aaand... he may... hm..." He paused to think. "Ah yes, the winner of the whole game gets to have a slave out of the one who loses, a slave for the whole evening and night." Ivo smirked, looking at the others, before he continued, "Also, the winner of each round, gets to ask some small favors or tasks from the one who loses."

"I'm game," Misha muttered and others nodded, everyone probably thinking what they could demand if they won the game. Misha thought that they didn't have a chance, he was there, which meant that the winner was there. "Who loses?" He asked.

Ivo was about to reply when one of the guys leaned closer to him and whispered something, which made Ivo look around.

"Oi, Joni! Come here," he shouted; Misha looked up and smirked as he saw the brat making his way closer to them.

"Yes?" he asked once close enough.

"Sit down, join our game."

"What's the game?" he asked although already sitting down. And as Ivo started explaining the rules, Misha thought of a perfect order for his little slave, he was sooo going to lose the game. The brat played with his dildo? Well, he would play more! He tried not to snicker as he imagined the brat's face when he would hear the order.

"One change in plans though," Ivo said before they started. "Everyone gets to drink, it will be much more fun that way. And there will be twenty rounds."

Joni looked around at the people, two girls, three guys, plus Ivo and Misha, and himself. One guy was the one he had talked to just moments ago. He was smiling at him and Misha... Well, he had a creepy look on his face. Joni hadn't played much poker before, he just hoped he had brilliant luck with it. It could be fun. Then he started wondering what was the highest hand one could get. He didn't remember.

"Ivo," he leaned closer, whispering. The man looked at him. "What's the highest hand one can get?" Ivo smirked at him.

"Full house beats color, but color straight wins full house and... ah, don't worry, you'll see as we play."

Joni was doing well for the first three rounds, even winning one of them and from the loser, he simply requested a drink for himself. Then it started to go downhill for him. Misha won and he lost and he was sure that the guy would have him do something evil, but instead, he only asked him to empty the ashtray. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

However, as the game progressed, up to ten rounds, Joni already had five losses, thus making him the one in danger of losing the whole game, he started to get slightly nervous. Then with the next two he didn't lose, not that he won either. Round 13 and again he lost, this time it was Ivo's friend who won, making his wins up to a total of 5, when Misha had 6.

The guy smirked and asked him to lose his overshirt, at first it had been both shirts but to this, Ivo reminded the man that he was only allowed to ask one thing, which Joni was happy for.

And next, it was Ivo who won, asking the loser, which to Joni's annoyance was himself again, to have a shot of vodka. It made Joni's head spin slightly. He had in total, seven losses, in all fourteen rounds, and if he were to lose even one more, then it was it for him and the only thing to wait was, who was to collect the win; and now it seemed that it would be either Misha or Ivo's friend, Luka.

At this point, Joni wasn't sure who would be the lesser of two evils, a guy that had obviously set his mind on seeing him strip, or a guy who seemed so innocent with his requests of fixing him drinks and other minor things when Joni knew that he couldn't let him go so easily.

Misha was enjoying the game greatly, even more, when it was beginning to be quite sure that the brat would lose, now the only thing he had to do was to beat Luka!

The next round was again won by Luka, but to the man's disappointment, it was one of the women who lost, no doubt he would have made the brat lose

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